So…we ate breakfast.
OK, so if you're wondering who Aya is, she's my best friend.
We met on the Hogwarts train. She's Indian (the real kind, not American Indian) and adopted. She has one sister, named Aura.
I hate wedding planning. If you've ever done it, then you know how tough it is. Guest lists, bridesmaid dresses…You get the point.
So if you're wondering how I got pregnant at age seventeen, James and I were fooling around on graduation night, and we went all the way. You get the point.
I'm expecting twin girls, and they're due May 1978. James and I, with Sirius's help, named them Adrianna Lily (after James's mum and me) and Andrea Rowena.
James apologized, thank God.
The doorbell rang. Sirius came in, and identified himself.
Aya went pink. I don't know why.
James grinned. "What's up Padfoot?"
Sirius smiled back. "Well, I heard Aya was here, so I wanted to ask her a question."
"What's that?" Aya asked tentatively.
"Umm, well, James already asked Lily…"
"Marry me? Of course!"
"Will you really?"
"Of course!"
We all broke into applause.
Their wedding was set precisely three months after ours.
Our wedding was a quiet affair, with only close friends and family.
So was theirs.
It was one month until the twins were due. I suddenly felt a stabbing pain in my abdomen.
"JAMES!" I hollered.
"What?" he asked.
"They're coming. Get me to St. Mungo's now."
The birth was an exhausting 36 hours, but I had two healthy, if rather small, girls.
The elder, Adrianna, had red hair and green eyes.
The younger, Andrea, had red hair and James's dad's eyes, which were a sort of violet/sapphire/emerald with flecks of gold.
We were happy with our newborn twins.