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In which pop culture is abused to insanity and a hug is given. Totally plotless.

DiSCLAiMER...Stuff belongs to J.K. Rowling, Reprise records, and Lucasfilms.

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Lily Evans swept in, in all her perfect glory, hair neatly combed, dark green eyes reflecting the golden lights of the Great Hall. Somewhere, a choir of angels burst into song. James felt his heart thud in tempo with the fluttering of Lily's hair.

"Hello Remus," said Lily, and swept smartly past the three invisible Marauders.

The scent of lavender hovered in the wake of Lily's steps. Remus gazed airily at the ceiling streaked with stratus clouds, not-goading James and humming some MCR song that was not supposed to exist for thirty years. (1)

James recovered in seconds and was sober enough to snap at the first year who had rammed into his side.

Lily's red head of hair was still visible, bobbing not too far away behind the stream of students rushing in. Sirius snapped up the chance to yell out, "Hey Lily!"

"Yeah?" she inquired, picking her way back.

"Want a hug?"

"Okay," said Lily slowly.

They embraced, and Sirius delivered a very taunting sideways glance at James.

Lily pulled away and smiled. "See you, Sirius." She waved goodbye at the rest of the band, though still ignoring the lead singer. (2)

"Man…you suck." James groaned, after Lily had gone.

"Too slow Bambi." Sirius tweaked Deerboy's nose.

James gave a Padfoot-like growl, seized the offender in a headlock, and gave Sirius a sound noogie. Nelson would be proud.

"Nooo…not the hair!" And as Luke cried in anguish upon discovering his father's Sith identity, Sirius mourned his sexy hair.

Remus counted under his breath. "3…2…1 –"

Sirius wrenched free and bolted off after James, shoving aside students and smiting innocent bystanders with various jinxes. After several dumb moments James decided he was supposed to be pursuing Siriusthetraitor, so they pulled a John Kerry. The prefects were all missing, locked in some anonymous closet with their First ladies no doubt.

No hands were severed during the process of their playful gamboling, thankfully. Sirius and James's. Much parrying and wand-swapping commenced.

And then…

Peter tucked his lollipop in his cheek and mused, "I think I need more lines."

Remus nodded in agreement. He then produced a bucket of popcorn from nowhere (3)

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(1) the I'm Not Okay video is hawwwt oO;

(2) oo, a metaphor. Est smarter than thou

(3) also hawwwt.

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How was it? Choppy? Review…don't review…doesn't matter to me because this will forever remain a plotless one-shot. (could possibly be lengthened later)