The Lens of Thomas Black.

Lily awoke with a groan. She glanced around her dormitory and whimpered as a sudden light hit her eyes.

"Good moooooooorning, Miss Evans!" Tamara, one of her roommates cat called, "Enjoy yourself last night with my Firewhiskey?"

Lily groaned and pulled the covers over her head.

"How the hell did you find out?' she asked, her headache banging a bossa nova on her temples.

Tamara pulled back the covers and grinned evilly as Lily shut her eyes fast.

"Sirius." She said simply.

Lily groaned again.

"Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid…" She pleaded.

Tamara laughed again.

"Well, you had better have a chat to one certain James Potter. According to Sirius, James had to carry you to bed last night. Oh, and you supposedly straddled him, as well."

Lily cursed.

"Please tell me that was Sirius exaggerating?"

Tamara laughed and threw Lily's towel at her.

"Go have a shower. You look like you need one. Then you might want to go have a chat to one of the boys."

Lily sighed and pulled the towel off her face.

"I'll talk to Remus. He's the only one that would probably give me any slack…"

Tamara grinned.

"I don't know. He seems really edgy at the moment, like he has his rags."

Lily nodded. If Remus was a werewolf, it would be logical that he might get a bit moody before the full moon. Tamara suddenly frowned.

"Go have shower, you stink of Firewhiskey, you alcoholic!"

Lily heaved a sigh as she set off to the bathroom. She needed to have a think about this and try to remember what the hell went on last night.

James awoke to find a warm body next to him.

"Oh. My. God. Please tell me it didn't happen... Please tell me it didn't happen." He thought, eyes shut.

The warm body shifted. James was startled into opening his eyes. They met a pair of light grey eyes… light grey eyes?

"Morning honey." Sirius leered.

James pretty much screamed.

"God please tell me this didn't happen! God please tell me this didn't happen!"

There was a howl of laughter from Peter and a low chuckle from Remus. Sirius kissed James on the forehead playfully before ruffling his hair.

"Hope you enjoyed your wake-up call." Sirius commented, a ridiculous grin on his face, "Sorry I didn't find a red wig in time!"

James punched Sirius in the shoulder and groped for his glasses.

"I hate you." He muttered.

Sirius fell on the floor, giggling.

"You should have seen your face! It was bloody priceless!"

James shot him a look.

"Shut up, alright?" He muttered.

Sirius grinned, flashing his white teeth.

"Of course, if you are going to be like that, I won't show you my new artefact, courtesy of the house of black."

Immediately, James smiled.

"Have I told you lately that you have the most beautiful eyes?" he grinned. James was not going miss out on this one!

Sirius laughed.

"Oh, so now you want me to continue? Ok then."

Sirius got up and walked over to his trunk. As he was undoing the locks, he began to explain.

"Does anyone here remember a muggle story about a lady who rode through the streets naked on a white horse, to make her lord get rid of the high taxes on the peasants?"

Remus nodded. Sirius grinned.

"Remember how a man named Tom lost his sight spying on her? He was nicknamed 'Peeping Tom."

Remus nodded again. James raised an eyebrow.

"What does that have to do with the price of dragon scales in China?" he asked.

Sirius laughed.

"Well, that man wasn't struck with blindness. He was actually not looking at her through the shutters. His real name was Thomas Black and he was looking at her through this."

With a flourish, Sirius withdrew a large magnifying glass with a frame of black iron from his trunk.

"Ta daa!"

Remus raised an eyebrow. He was looking rather tired and worn and, above all, grumpy.

"What the bloody hell is that?" he growled.

Sirius bowed and handed it to him.

"This, my wistfully wolfishly wobbler of a friend, is the Lens of Thomas Black. It can look through any thing." Here Sirius raised his eyebrows, "Apart from humans."

Remus grunted and handed it back to Sirius.

"No thank you, Padfoot, it's too late in the cycle of the moon for anything so vulgar."

Sirius chortled and focussed it on the wall.

"Hey, I can see the girls dormitory's from here!"

Immediately, Peter appeared behind Sirius's shoulder, his face eager.

"Really?"

Sirius spun around, grinning.

"Wormtail, you are as subtle as a sledgehammer. If you like one of the girls in there, go ask them!"

Peter blushed and retreated. Sirius barked out a laugh again and focussed the lens back on the girl's dormitory. His grin widened suddenly.

"Prongs, my old stag, you really must see this." He sniggered, throwing the lens at James.

James creased his forehead and focussed the lens on the wall. Immediately, he fell over backwards, his face in a huge smile.

"Padfoot? I love you." He murmured.

Sirius smirked.

"Thought you might like it."

James grinned back. Remus rolled his eyes.

"I'm taking a shower." He muttered as he stood up, his towel in hand.

Peter looked excitedly from Sirius to James.

"What was it? What did he see?"

Sirius just grinned and made his way over to the jug of water on the windowsill. He took a goblet full and threw it over James.

"Cool off, you raunchy teenager, you!" he sniggered as James bolted back upright, his pyjamas sopping wet. Sirius cringed, waiting for the punch. It never came. James was still grinning like a loon.

"God damn it." Sirius breathed, "That really got to you, didn't it?"

James just grinned wider. Seeing Lily Evans in the shower can do that to a person.