Poor Sirius
James, Lily, and Sirius were lounging on the couches, having a lazy afternoon, when Sirius suddenly sat up.
"James," he said, "Imagine your wife bought a recipe for fertility potion, and come Christmas gave it to someone else…"
"What?" Lily blurted out, then looked at James, who had asked the same thing.
"Lily would never do that," James said, his tone confident. Lily couldn't help but smile.
Sirius smirked in Lily's direction, and she did not like the mischievous look in his eyes at all. "Let's find out then, shall we?" The Potters nodded. "Did you, or did you not, buy Moste Potente Potions for Snivellus?"
"Severus," Lily corrected, frowning. "And yes, I did, but—"
"Did that book contain a recipe on fertility potions?"
"Yes, I think so, b—"
"See," Sirius said, standing up on the couch and raising his fist in triumph. "You need to rein your wife in, James."
Lily glared at him and turned to James, who was staring at Sirius, his face blank. "Padfoot," he drawled, "did you drop your mind on the way here?"
Sirius took a step back and nearly fell down; Lily laughed. "James!" he cried, holding a hand to his heart. "Prongs, old friend, you wound me!"
James accio'ed A History of Magic and opened it. "Honestly, Pads," he said, "you've lost your Marauder touch. You're getting old."
Sirius actually did fall off the couch.
Day 13: (dialogue) "Imagine your [husband/wife] bought a [insert gift], and come Christmas gave it to someone else…
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