Chapter Forty Three: Friends
Did you know that anything can look better when your friends are with you, to help you when you stumble and put you back on your feet? That they seem to have the power to make you forget your inner turmoil, even if it's just for a few seconds?
Well now you do.
As I sat, eating a turkey and salad sandwich, I pondered the theory that a man is nothing without his friends. It's true you know.
"Lily!" Sirius wiggled his hands infront of my face.
I raised an eyebrow and pursed my lips. "Yes?" I asked, trying to contain my laughter at his frustrated expression.
"Oh, so you think that me waving my hands in front of your face for the past ten minutes is humorous, do you?"
I put my index finger on my chin in a pondering motion. "Pretty much, yeah."
He shook his head and pulled me to him for a hug.
My big brother Sirius.
I turned to Cassie and Bella. My best friends. My sisters.
When I looked over at Remus, I smiled softly. My slightly calmer big brother.
And lastly, James. The infamous James Potter, who chose me as a friend, from the masses he could have had. He amazed, baffled and irritated me to no end. But I wouldn't have him any other way. My protector.