Sorry for being so long with this chapter; I managed to muck up my foot about a month ago and it really ruined my creativity since I think best while doing some sort of physical activity. Also, I've been working on a new HP story which stalled on me, and I have another HP story swirling around my head.

Prompt: "Arse"

Lily Potter had been best friends with Wren Frost since two months into their first year, when the two had bonded over an afternoon of kicking around a football and chatting about the sport—Albus and James preferred wizard sports, and were too old/cool to be seen playing muggle games with their little sister, but Wren was the perfect companion when it came to sports. Ever since then, Lily would liked to think that she was closer to Wren than Wren's own family—which wasn't that hard to imagine because Wren's mother had walked out on her and her father when she was three, not that her father was much warmer to his daughter before then. But still, Lily could honestly say Wren was probably a closer friend to her than Hugo.

So, Lily wasn't too surprised to find Wren sitting at her table, glaring down at the seam from where the table had broken—unfortunately when Lily was still on top of it, but that's another story—when she got home from her shift at the hospital. Scorpius merely shrugged, kissed her cheek, and dashed off to work since he was already late. Lily was left with a still glaring Wren, without a clue what to do.

"Good evening, Missus Lily," Wren greeted her with clipped tones after Lily sat across for nearly five minutes.

"'m not Missus just yet," Lily winced but tried to joke. She shifted uneasily when Wren shrugged and tried to speak again before another awkward silence bloomed again. "You're not mad at me, are you, Wren?"

"Not you, Miss Lily."

Lily breathed a sigh of relief quietly and watched in amusement as Wren cocked a brow at the table. Lily paused to think for a moment—Wren was over the moon about her job as historian, her favorite team was still in good standings, if her father had contacted her Wren would be more likely trying to uselessly fix the seam of the table with an absurd number of spells rather than glare at it, and if her boyfriend and-

Lily sat up. "Are you mad at Hugo?"

All of a sudden then tense air around Wren seemed to solidify and darken—Lily could have sworn a miniature thunder cloud was literally forming overhead.

"If I say yes, you'll tell him why I'm mad at him—which is exactly why I'm not with him now."

Lily's eyebrows went up. "Does he know you're mad at him?"

Wren's face went very dark. "He should."

Since she couldn't dispute it, Lily didn't floo Hugo to warn him about Wren, but she did transfigure the couch into a bed before she and Scorpius laid down for the night.

"She gonna be here all week?" Scorpius grunted into her shoulder.

Lily shrugged. "When Wren gets mad, she stays mad and she won't have a damn thing to do with whoever she's angry at until she's ready."

Scorpius muttered something. "Thank you for at least telling me why you're pissed when you are. A whole week. Really?"

Lily smiled. "You're welcome—and yes. Really."

"Bugger," Scorpius groaned. "Can't we get Hugo to come grovel or something?"

"Hugo? Grovel? You'd have to shame him into it—for two weeks straight. Weasleys are too stubborn to just grovel."

"And you say Malfoys are bad," he snickered.

"Well, I had to have a basis for comparison, you see."

"Right."

"Good night, Scorp."

"Night, luv."

Turned out it only took a week for Hugo to come around to the flat and talk to Wren—and three visits to the bar where he bitched her, Rose, Roxanne, Louis, or Lorcan out—but when he did come, Lily wished desperately that they had gone back to their own flat to argue. Or at least not had the make-up sex in her living room.

"I hope our wedding pictures won't look too bad with my sockets empty, you know," Scorpius whined, as they brushed their teeth for the night. "Because I can never un-see that."

Lily giggled. "Well, 'if thine eye doth offend thee…'"

He rolled his eyes and shook his tooth brush at her, flecking her pyjama top with toothpaste. "I'll have you know, they were going at it doggy style on our new couch."

"OH, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT," Lily shouted, clapping her hands over her ears. "That's my cousin and best friend, you know, they're practically my siblings!"

"You and James can relate then," he huffed. "Oh, and he has a birthmark-"

"La la la la!" she tried to drown him out.

"-in the shape of a shamrock right on his-"

She jabbed him with her toothbrush a little too low for his comfort, making him yelp. She fled the bathroom as he tried to retaliate. "You deserved it!" she shouted over her shoulder, running around to the opposite side of the bed. He tried to follow, but she apparated to the other side, then he followed but she switched the side she was on. Finally she tried out and he managed to pin her to the bed before she could switch again, kissing her soundly while she giggled still.

"What say we skip the fight and go straight for the make-up sex?" he suggested, fingers drumming lightly against her ticklish sides.

She arched and ground against his hips in revenge. "You always did like hurrying to the good part."

"Well, there's a reason it's called the good-"

In the living room, there was the sound of the fire roaring up, then steps as someone got out of their fireplace. They shared a confused look.

"Did you shut the flue?" she whispered.

"Hadn't the chance," he answered.

"Wands out," she suggested and he got off of her. They both crept towards the door, confused by the sound of wood scraping against linoleum. They sidled up on either side of the door, Lily ticking off on her fingers when to open it. Scorpius flung it open and they both hazarded a look.

"Paul?"

Paul Flint, Scorpius' best friend, was sitting at their table, glaring at the seam where the table had broken before. He looked half drunk, half furious, and his eyes were bloodshot. On his hand, he twisted his engagement ring as he glared.

The two them sighed. "I'll start some tea," Lily suggested while Scorpius walked to his friend to find out what he and his girlfriend were arguing about now.