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A/N: Thank you, YouBlitheringIdiot (your username makes me smile), and here is another one! Allimonkey123 (how come everyone has a cooler username than me?), thank you so much! And your wish is my command! This chapter is James' perspective on chapters 50/51, aka PARTY!
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I've just got my dress robes on, and I'm trying to flatten down my hair in the mirror while simultaneously shoving my feet into shoes when there's a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" Lily's voice makes me grin, and I give up on my hair as I bend down to tie my laces.
"Yeah, I'm just putting my shoes on! It's nearly half past, Mum's going to be frantic, what are you wearing?"
I spin around, and Merlin. My brain seems to forget how to speak, and a jumble of appreciative sounds come tumbling out. "Um...you...ugh...you look...wow..."
Her dress and her hair and her eyes and God is this woman trying to kill me?

Her eyes sparkle with amusement, and there's a hint of pride in her smile as she raises her eyebrows, 'my eyes are up here' shining out of her smirk.
"So...are we going to go downstairs now?"
"I...um...yeah..."
I shake my head, as if it's going to clear the mist that's fogged over my mind, and Sirius peers around the door, laughing.
"Stopped gawking yet, Prongsie? Your mum's going spare. You were supposed to be down there five minutes ago."
"Yeah...of course...let's go..."

I look at Lily for confirmation and wrap my arm around her waist, proud and still blushing Merlin's pants.
Mum's waiting in the living room, smoothing down her favourite pink dress happily.
"I thought we'd use a Portkey," She says, business-like, holding out a battered old hairbrush. "So we don't get soot on the dresses."

We all put a finger on it, and I feel an uncomfortable jerk beneath my navel as we spin around, faster and faster and faster. We land with in the Prewett's lavish dining room, and Mrs Prewett comes hurrying over and leads us into the ballroom. I'm adjusting my robes uncomfortably, tugging the itchy collar in distaste, when Aunt Eliza calls out nasally from behind me, shrill voice hurting my head.
"Ah, Miss Evans, isn't it? I thought my dear nephew would have dumped you for the darling Prewett girl by now!"
"Whoop de doo." My happiness at her arrival is tangible, and Lily rolls her eyes as we turn around to face my favourite aunt.


"Not again!" I mumble, grabbing Lily's hand and pulling her over to the drinks table, desperate for some relief.
"James, I've had three Butterbeers already!"
"Yes, but we needed an excuse to get away from that old hag."
"She wasn't that bad!"
"Yeah, and Malfoy's my best mate."
"Oh ha ha…" Her snarky response is cut off by Amelia approaches us, draining the rest of her drink in one go.
"Hello, Jamie, dear!"
"Hide me." I moan, diving behind Lily, but Amelia just laughs and raises her eyebrows, then her face softens.
"Oh, aren't you handsome, my little cousin, all grown up!"
"Hello Mrs Bones."
"And who is this?"
"This is Lily, ma'am. We're together." I grin proudly at her, jutting out my chin, and Lily blushes a deep crimson next to me.
"When's the wedding?" I choke on my drink, and spit out some words, flustered, then Lily cuts over me, looking victorious.
"Oh no, we're not...I mean, it's not...we're not…"
"There's not a wedding planned at present, Mrs Bones, but I hope that there may be one in the future."
She winks, I flush, suddenly boiling, and stutter in surprise as my glorious, gorgeous, totally kissable but out of the range girlfriend sashays out into the middle of the ballroom.

Amelia and I exchange some small talk, mocking the formality of the event, and then she drifts off to find her husband, slamming her empty glass down on the side table as she goes. I'm scanning the hall for Sirius when someone pokes me in the small of the back.
"Nyaah!" I shriek, spinning around and flapping my hands around childishly, expecting it to be Lily and there's a low, throaty, seductive laugh.
"Alright there, James?"
"I...Anne?" I look at her, stunned, recalling the scrawny girl with plaits I last saw when I was twelve and raising my eyebrows in reluctant appreciation. Okay, she looks great.
"There's no need to look so surprised, hon." She runs her hands down her body sensually, extenuating her, ahem, 'assets', and I avert my eyes.
"I really should go find my girlfriend-"
"You have a girlfriend, then?"
"There's no need to sound so surprised." I repeat, smirking at her, and she hands me a drink, giggling and running her long fingernails down my shirt.
"You're looking good these days, James. I barely recognised you."
I take a sip from the glass she gave me, and blink, slightly light-headed. "What's this? Champagne?"
"Course is it," Anne Prewett winks and smiles, and I lean a bit into her, because okay, she's hot.
What the hell. Let's have some fun.


I wake up in the morning with a banging headache and a mouth as dry as a desert, with Sirius knocking on my door with enough force to knock it down.
"What?" I groan, rubbing my throbbing forehead, and he pushes open my door.
"Well congratulations, mate!"
"What did I do?"
"Lily's gone back to Hogwarts!"
"What? Why?"
Sleep has bleared my concentration, leaving me to decipher with my sluggish thoughts as I try to sort through my foggy memories of last night.
"Firstly, what the actual hell, James?" He whacks me across the head with my pillow, and I grunt, outraged, arms flying up to protect my head.
"Jesus, Pads, what's gotten into you? Where's Lily?"
"She's left, thanks to you drooling all over Miss Slutty Anne last night."
"Anne? What...I mean she...Lily left?"
"Uh huh. Nice going, Romeo."
Crap wasn't the only word going through my mind at that moment.

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