Written for Hogwarts' Around the World Event: Albania - (event) Anniversary and the Gobstone Club: Black Stone - Anniversary, accuracy: (character) Peter Pettigrew, power: (action) Clapping and technique: (object) Blanket.

Word count: 392

To Us

"Friends, we are gathered here today to celebrate how, one year ago to this very day, Lily here-" James pointed at said redhead, who was sitting on a picnic blanket between Remus and Sirius and looked very unimpressed by James' attempt at making a speech, "-finally saw my brilliance for what it is and agreed to go on a date with me."

As James droned on, Peter leaned toward Remus. "What are we here again?" he whispered in his friend's ear. "I thought anniversaries and stuff were supposed to be, you know, kept private to the couple?"

Remus coughed in his hand to hide his laughter. "It's James," he replied in a whisper, shrugging like that explained everything—which in a way, it kind of did. "I think he couldn't resist putting on a show."

Peter snorted as he understood what Remus wasn't saying. "You mean Sirius tried to help again, didn't he?"

"That he did." Remus laughed. "But don't worry—I get the feeling that Lily won't let him get away with this for much longer."

And indeed, Lily's right eyebrow kept twitching menacingly as she looked increasingly unimpressed with James' speech.

Finally, as James went on for the third time—by Peter's count—about how his 'awesomeness and perseverance' had worn out Lily's resistance to his advances, she cleared her throat, interrupting James in the middle of his sentence.

Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

"I actually seem to remember a lot of begging on your part, James," Lily said, her voice sugar sweet. "You could even say that I took pity on you." She batted her eyelashes innocently, laughing as James' face fell comically and Sirius started clapping, before blowing her boyfriend a kiss with a wink.

"Well, then I guess I should say thanks for taking pity on me," James replied, huffing out a laugh.

"I'm not regretting it so far, don't worry."

From his spot on the spread picnic blanket, Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter. "It's been a year," he pointed out mirthfully, looking at Lily with mock pity. "It's too late for you now. You can't be saved anymore. Sorry."

Snorting, Peter interjected loudly, "I don't think she wants to be saved, Padfoot."

The time, the laughter spread to everyone—and surprisingly enough, Lily wasn't the one to kick the Marauders off the blanket.

James was.