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Sirius still hasn't come in when Effie announces that lunch is ready, and I volunteer to go and get him, wanting to see him on it.
"Lily!" He yells, coming to a stop with a screech in front of me, pulling his helmet off. "This is amazing!"
"You like it then?"
"Like it? It's amazing! It goes so fast!"
"Wait until you hear that it flies," James says from behind me; he must have followed me outside.
"It WHAT?" Sirius shouts, clapping his hands excitedly and looking incredulously at the innocent-looking motorbike.
"Effie said that Christmas dinner is nearly ready!" I say loudly, before he can get back on the bike, and he turns to me, smiling broadly.
"Yay! Come on, Lily-Pad!"
"Lily-Pad?"
I'm confused.
"I was trying it out. Not good?"
"Ah, not bad. Better than Tiger-Lily." I laugh, and we follow James inside.

"Master James! Master Sirius! And Miss Lily! Your Christmas dinner is ready!"
"Thank you Effie. Where's my mum?"
"She is in the dining room, Master James. She is panicking about the party tonight, Master, even though I told her that Effie would help."
"We're having a party? Well, that's news to me. Ah, Mum, there you are!" Mrs Potter comes through the doorway, throwing a few thin pieces of material over her shoulder, muttering to herself as she scans the piece of parchment in her hands.
"And if they arrive at two...they can eat with us as well...ah, Lily dear! I've been looking for you!"
"What am I, Scotch mist?" James whispers to Sirius, who sniggers.
"Well, here I am. How can I help you, Mrs Potter?"
"Which of these colours look better on me, dear? The blue, or the red?" She brandishes two pieces of material, holding them next to her face, and I bite my lip, trying to decide, and also trying to find out a way to find out what she's planning.
"May I ask for what occasion?"
"The Christmas party, tonight."

"Uh, Mum? Since when were we having a Christmas party?"
"Since Augusta Longbottom owled me to ask what time to come around for the annual Potter Christmas party."
"Ah. Right."
"So, Lily, what colour?"
"I like the blue, Mrs Potter."
"So do I, but the dress, it's a little bit...daring. I'm not sure that I should wear it."
"I'm sure that you'll look beautiful in whatever you wear, Mrs Potter." Sirius drawled charmingly, and Mrs Potter simpered, blushing.
"Oh, you're such a charmer, Sirius, you." She smiled, obviously soothed, and swept off up the stairs.
"So, Sirius, when you've finished chatting up my mum, you can come up and find some dress robes to wear for the party."
"But...but...the lunch..." Sirius moans, looking longingly at the dining-room table, and James grabs him firmly by the arm, before frog-marching him upstairs.

I follow them upstairs, trying to hide the fact that I'm internally panicking.
I didn't bring clothes for a party!
James shoves Sirius into his room with a shout of, "Find something decent to wear!", and then comes over to where I'm standing, stricken, looking at my wardrobe.
"You alright?"
"I have nothing to wear for a party, James. Nothing!"
"That's okay."
"No it's not! I have nothing to wear!"
"You could go in a bin bag, love, and still look stunning."
"But all of your family, they'll all be dressed amazingly, and I'll look like an idiot."
"You could never look like an idiot. OK, pick out the best thing you've got, and I'm sure Effie can help you dress it up a bit."
"Okay, but James?"
"Yeah?"
"Your family, are they...are any of them prejudiced? Against Muggle-borns?"
There was a minute of silence.
"It's okay if they are, it's just I thought that it would be better for me to know-"
"Lily," James started, putting his hands on my shoulders. "I'm not going to lie, there are some of them that do think...badly of Muggle-borns. But they won't say anything, because you're amazing, and if they do then they'll have me to answer to."
"Thank you, James."
We hug, and I press my face into his shoulder, breathing in his familiar smell.

"Now, go find yourself something to wear for tonight!"
"Yes ma'am." James chuckles, salutes and walks out into the corridor, into his bedroom.
Pulling my hair out of my face, I flick through the clothes that I hung up in my wardrobe. I pull out my smartest blouse and skirt, and the dress I wore out with Petunia. After a lot of thinking, I decide on my smart black dress, and look at it curiously.
"James!"
"Yeah?" He sticks his head out of his bedroom door, and I hold up the dress.
"What colour should I have for this dress? Blue?" I flick my wand. "Or green?"
"I like the green better."
"Yeah, me too. Do you know what time the people are coming?"
"No, so I'd be ready just in case."
"Alright. Has Sirius found something to wear yet?"
"He better have!"

James steps back into his room, and I step back into mine, going over to my dressing table to put some make-up on. When I've finished, I slip my dress over my head and twist pieces of my hair back, so that my hair is half-up, half-down. Zipping my dress up, I look at myself in the mirror, and point my wand at the hem, so that it grows longer, and touches my knees. I like the way my eyes look when I wear green, so I'm smiling as I knock on James' door. "Hello? Can I come in?"
"Oh, Lily, come in, mum said that they'll be coming in a...oh..."
He's turned around to look at me, and his voice falters.
"You look...great. Really, really great."
"You don't look bad yourself." I grin, and James shakes his head like he's got water in his ears.
"Mum...uh...mum said that they'll be coming in a minute. Just...when they're here, avoid my Aunt Eliza. And Uncle Peter. And-"
"So, just avoid everyone that I don't know?"
"No, avoid everyone that I don't talk to."
"Got it!"

A loud ringing sound from downstairs makes me jump, and James catches my arm.
"It's okay, that's just the doorbell."
We both move at the same time, grabbing each other's hands at the same time, and walk down the stairs.
It's time to face the music.

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