Lily accepted the crepe, smiling, and took a bite. "Excellent, this," she said. A quick tap of her wand and she miniaturized the crepe and the custard and put them in her pocket for later.
She looked at Sirius for a moment, "Don't suppose I have to tell you to watch your back, yeah?" She grinned, "And I'm guessing you'll need more Firewhisky for the trip? Shall I send you down a case, then?" She didn't need to explain that she doubted Sirius running around the school would be a wonderful idea. Harry seeing his godfather turned seventeen would likely be a bad experience and Lily trusted that Sirius and James were clever enough to realize it.
The excuse for the prefect bathroom was...well, shite, Lily was fairly certain. But she wasn't inclined to look much deeper into it. For one, she was almost positive she didn't want to know. And she knew just a little of what James must be going through. If someone had offered her a week - hell, a day - where everything was a bit more normal, where she didn't have to constantly remind herself that things were different...well, she would take it, wouldn't she?
So she grinned and rolled her eyes and said, "I'm fairly certain we can all survive without you for one week, Black, without hexing ourselves silly or tearing down the castle. You two just try not to get thrown into a Muggle jail or the like."
"Fine fine, no throwing eggs, or bits of paper into trees or stealing bobby caps or setting of fireworks in public. It's not like Muggle jail could hold us." But he grinned, glad to keep things simple and easy.
"There's only so much trouble we can get into in a week anyway. And we'd need time to get out of most of them again. Time we don't have." The last was added a little softer. But James wouldn't dwell on the time limit.
"Alright, enough chitchat. Colored bubbles and rubber duckies, Pads. And this time, keep the noise down or I won't let you drink all that Whiskey." He doffed an imaginary cap at Lily, and just caught the drop of cloak that bared the tiniest glimpse of shoulder.
"Pfffft. After Azkaban, Muggle jail's got to be a piece of cake." On one hand, it was probably a bit dissonant to watch a seventeen-year-old Sirius mention his time in Azkaban. On the other hand, Sirius's easy, casual grin made it very clear that the subject was all right with him. At this point, he was so content that even talk of Peter might have provoked little more than a frown and a grunt from him.
"But yes, of course we'll be careful," Sirius continued. "And Firewhisky is always appreciated."
Sirius caught the soft, sad note in James's voice, and he carefully reached for James's hand under the cloak and took it in his. He felt kind of bad that Lily was right there, but she couldn't see anyway, and besides, it's not like he was grabbing James's willy or anything.
That would come later.
"Right. Well, off we go. Keep your nose clean, and be careful with that custard, yeah?"
She noticed James' tone at the mention of time, but simply swallowed back any sympathy she wanted to offer and grinned. "Potter," she nodded at James, "Black," a quick nod in his direction. A small gesture with her wand had her bag flying gracefully over and settling back down over her shoulder.
She headed off towards Ravenclaw, in the opposite direction of the Prefect's Baths. Waving slightly, she rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.
She looked at Sirius for a moment, "Don't suppose I have to tell you to watch your back, yeah?" She grinned, "And I'm guessing you'll need more Firewhisky for the trip? Shall I send you down a case, then?" She didn't need to explain that she doubted Sirius running around the school would be a wonderful idea. Harry seeing his godfather turned seventeen would likely be a bad experience and Lily trusted that Sirius and James were clever enough to realize it.
The excuse for the prefect bathroom was...well, shite, Lily was fairly certain. But she wasn't inclined to look much deeper into it. For one, she was almost positive she didn't want to know. And she knew just a little of what James must be going through. If someone had offered her a week - hell, a day - where everything was a bit more normal, where she didn't have to constantly remind herself that things were different...well, she would take it, wouldn't she?
So she grinned and rolled her eyes and said, "I'm fairly certain we can all survive without you for one week, Black, without hexing ourselves silly or tearing down the castle. You two just try not to get thrown into a Muggle jail or the like."
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"There's only so much trouble we can get into in a week anyway. And we'd need time to get out of most of them again. Time we don't have." The last was added a little softer. But James wouldn't dwell on the time limit.
"Alright, enough chitchat. Colored bubbles and rubber duckies, Pads. And this time, keep the noise down or I won't let you drink all that Whiskey." He doffed an imaginary cap at Lily, and just caught the drop of cloak that bared the tiniest glimpse of shoulder.
"As you were, Potter."
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"But yes, of course we'll be careful," Sirius continued. "And Firewhisky is always appreciated."
Sirius caught the soft, sad note in James's voice, and he carefully reached for James's hand under the cloak and took it in his. He felt kind of bad that Lily was right there, but she couldn't see anyway, and besides, it's not like he was grabbing James's willy or anything.
That would come later.
"Right. Well, off we go. Keep your nose clean, and be careful with that custard, yeah?"
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She headed off towards Ravenclaw, in the opposite direction of the Prefect's Baths. Waving slightly, she rounded the corner and disappeared from sight.
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