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A/N 1: I'm going back to school tomorrow, (yay) so I won't be updating as frequently, but never fear! I shall keep updating on the weekends, providing I get the time!
A/N 2: PLEASE READ!
I am currently writing a sequel...ish, to this story. Basically, everything from this story fits with that story. It does not focus as much on James and Lily, but they are still VERY important, and it is not canon! Meaning anything can happen! And two very important people may not die on the 31st of October, 1981! I'm not sure whether to post it yet or not, so let me know if you'd like to see that!
Enjoy the party, part two! xx
"He WHAT?"
"James-"
"I mean, don't worry about Aunt Eliza, she's talking rubbish, if anything, I'm not worthy of you, but what did that-" He calls his dear uncle something that makes me look at him, scandalised. "want?"
"He wanted to know whether to know about my view on my place in the wizarding community, and whether I thought being a Muggle-born puts me at a disadvantage. I said that it didn't, and I asked something like, so you believe that you perform magic just as well as members of families with magical blood? And I was like, yes, and then he asked, so if I was to check your OWL results, would I have got the same as you?"
"And what did you say?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. I said that sometimes I get higher."
James snorts. "That sounds like you. Then what?"
"He said something like do you believe that a Mud-
"Don't call yourself that! Sorry, keep going."
"Do you really believe like a Muggle-born like yourself can get higher than a Potter in a test of magical aptitude?
"He said that?"
"Yes, and I told him to ask you that question too, but James-"
"One second, Lils."
He kisses me on the forehead, and then goes over to talk to the offender.
"Where's your boyfriend gone, Lilykins?"
"He went to have a talk with his dearest uncle."
Sirius snorts with laughter. "Peter Potter."
"I thought it was just me!" I say in surprise, a smile on my face. "Peter Potter. Try saying it ten times fast."
"Peter Potter, Peter Potter, Peter Potter, Peter Potter, Peter Po..po..tter?"
He stumbles on his fifth go, and laughs, cocking his head at me like a dog.
"So, what did our ridiculously named friend do this time?"
"Called me a...he called me a Mudblood." I murmur, and Sirius looks at me, outraged.
"What? Why?"
I explain the story again, and Sirius just looks more and more outraged as I go on.
"Wow. Let's hope that James rips him to pieces."
"Sirius!"
"What? I wasn't saying literally..."
"Okay, sure. Whatever."
James comes over a minute later, holding an empty glass, with a smile as big as the Grand Canyon.
"How's our favourite pureblood bigot doing?"
"Well, I accidentally tripped and dropped my drink into his lap. And then I moaned to him about pureblood bigots ruining our country for about ten minutes."
"Good. Hopefully now he won't be insulting Tiger Lily anytime soon."
"Hang on, I need to do something."
OK, maybe it's uncalled for, but I want to see him a bit ruffled. Not as composed.
"Oh, Mr Peter Potter, sir, did someone spill their drink on you?"
"I...but..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realise! But next time, sir, the toilet's over there."
I point over at the door, curtsey, and walk over back to James and Sirius, keeping my head high the whole way.
It takes us about two seconds to crack up laughing.
"The toilet's over there..." Sirius gasps, and James throws his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.
"That was great, Lils."
"Thank you for doing that, James."
"Don't worry about it, I wasn't going to let him get away with insulting you like that."
I go up on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, and he turns his head, so that our lips meet. Gasping slightly, I lean in to deepen the kiss, and Sirius laughs.
"Get a room!"
We break apart, me blushing wildly, but James just grabs my hand, laughing, as his mum approaches, wearing a lovely set of blue robes.
"You look lovely, Mrs Potter!"
"Oh, thank you, Lily dear. You look splendid yourself! Now, James, what is this I hear about you pouring your drink in my poor brother's lap?"
"It was an 'accident', Mum." James says clearly, putting a lot of emphasis on the accident. "And he was being rude."
"That sounds like Peter. Ah, well, just don't do it again, and if he sends me the dry-cleaning bill, you're paying for it!"
"Dry-cleaning? Couldn't he just clean it with magic?"
"Yes, but as much as Peter pretends to dislike Muggles, he thinks that their cleaning services are far superior to anything we've got in the magical world."
"Okay. Right mixed bag, he is, eh Lily?" Sirius nudges me with his elbow, and I smile reluctantly.
"James Potter, why are you going to get another drink?"
"Uh, because I'm thirsty, Mum. Jeez!"
"Language, James!"
"What? It's not like I swore!"
"James-"
"I will swear, though, if you want to. Sirius tell me something about Snivellus, and I'll be able to curse for a good hour."
"James, leave Snape alone!"
"James Potter!"
"Yes!"
"Why have you not drunk that drink?"
"Because I've been too busy talking to you, Mum!"
"You don't even like ginger Butterbeer!"
"Yes, but...Lily does! So I got it for her! Here, Lily! Have some ginger Butterbeer!"
"James..." His mum starts warningly, and he smiles at her encouragingly.
"Go on, Mum, go and talk to some of your friends. We'll be fine, and look great!"
Mrs Potter leaves to go to talk to some friends, albeit reluctantly, and James links arms with me, taking the drink out of my hand.
"Let's go and see Uncle Peter, yes?"
We brush past his chair, and James 'trips', knocking half of the Butterbeer into his uncle's already sopping lap.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Uncle Peter! It was an accident." He smiles sweetly and coughs something that sounds suspiciously like "Hypocrite!"
James, Sirius and I spend the rest of the evening in the dining room, playing Exploding Snap.
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