James and Lily left laughing and flirting like any normal couple would. Until they saw Sirius, who looked somewhat akin to a storm cloud. James gave Lily an apologetic glance, muttered "I might be awhile," and ran over to see what was the matter.

"What's the matter? Remus has a crush on Rhia, that's what's the matter!" Sirius said vehemently. James raised his eyebrows at him. "You think that's not a problem?"

James shrugged. "Not really, no, but she's not my sister, mate."

"Exactly!" Sirius kicked the wall, then swore when it kicked him back. James looked interestedly at the wall.

"I didn't know the spell lasted that long. Honestly Padfoot, you ought to remember what you enchant. It might come back to haunt you. Or in this case kick you."

Sirius made a face at him. James made a face right back. This soon escalated into a 'let's-see-who-can-make-the-weirdest-face-without-using-magic' contest -much like the ones they had had while they were still in school- which ended with both leaning on the walls dying of laughter.

"So. Who votes we find Peter and go to the Three Broomsticks?" Sirius suggested after they had sufficiently recovered.

"Yeah, Moony said he was going home anyways," James said under his breath. To Sirius he just said, "Mkay."

Peter was nowhere to be found, so Sirius and James went to the Three Broomsticks by themselves. "Boys' night out, eh?" Madam Rosmerta asked as she brought them Butterbeer. "But then you seem to be missing two," she added, glancing around for Remus and Peter.

"Couldn't find 'em," James told her, "so we just came. Their loss."

Rosmerta laughed. So did Sirius as she left. "You know, if I was to tell Lily you were flirting with Madam Rosmerta..."

"I wasn't flirting with her," James said, pointing at Sirius. "If anybody is it's you."

"Yes, but I, James, am single. Unlike you."

"Sirius, I have no possible way of ever forgetting I'm single. That bachelor party..." James twitched slightly.

"Hey, that was fun!"

"Sirius, you sang the whole time."

"One hundred thousand bottles of beer on the wall, one hundred thousand bottles of beer, take one down, pass it around, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall!"

"Sirius, SHUT UP!" Remus, James, Peter, Paul, John, and Frank yelled in unison.

"Ah, the good old days," Sirius said, sighing reminiscently and drinking half his Butterbeer in one mouthful. James rolled his eyes.

"You sound like one of those old men who has nothing better to do than sit in pubs and talk about his glory days. We're still young, Padfoot! Come on!"

"What d'you want to do, go up to the castle and enchant all the portraits in McGonagall's room like we did that time in sixth year?" Sirius asked, then a smirk slowly spread over his face. "Then again... why not?"

"Exactly!" James crowed, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him out of the bar.

Heh. Prongs again, and it's back to James. So Kisa's got the next two, therefore if they're not up for ages it's not my fault.

I'm finding out that I like writing several stories about the same people that take place at different times in their lives, cause I can refer back to stuff that happened in one story or leave teasers for another. Woot. (The bit about the portraits is from TWS, and Sirius singing a mutilation of 'One Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall' is from Full Moon.) And I'll hopefully be tying either Full Moon or TWS into Draco Dormiens (explaining the burn on the carpet in the Slytherin common room), so there's that too.