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"Lily – I must admit. You have him whipped." After taking another swig of butterbeer, Sirius adjusted his position in the conjured lawn chair.
Lily, Peter, and Remus were sitting in similar chairs next to and around him, all with bottles of butterbeer from The Stash.
Any other day, the three boys would be plotting and scheming with James rather than lounging rather comfortably with Lily on the Hogwarts grounds.
But seeing as how James was currently performing a ceremonial (and rather flowery) American dance in front of half the school, Lily was clearly the best choice.
"You know Sirius, I do believe you're right," concurred Peter.
"Thank you, boys. Thank you."
Upon taking another swig of warm delight, Sirius noticed something terribly wrong with the picture in front of him.
"Oy! Prongs! Your ceremonial headdress is crooked!"
If looks could kill, Sirius would be worse off than Nearly Headless Nick on the forty-second chop of that blunt axe.
"I HAVE JUST TWO WORDS FOR YOU, SIRIUS ORION BLACK: THE. INCIDENT." James then returned his beet-red face to his current audience.
"What's so bad about the incident, you guys?" Lily adjusted her chair as she took another swig of butterbeer. "As a matter of fact, what is the incident?"
Remus looked at Sirius cowering behind his lawn chair before answering Lily's query. "You really don't want to know."
After another twenty minutes of watching James' grass skirt billow in the wind, Remus posed another question. "So... when are you going to tell James you've dreamed of being Mrs. Potter and having ten of his children for about a year now?"
Lily thought it over for a bit. "Right after you give him this ukulele and point him in the direction of McGonagall."
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