"You okay?"
Mia sighed in relief as Sirius's whisper drew her away from her thoughts.
She smiled up at him, nodding as she snuggled into his side. She breathed in the
leather scent of his jacket that filled her body with warmth and comfort. The bit of facial
hair he had decided to let grow was reminiscent of her older Sirius Black, and the sight of
him only further warmed her heart as her future began to merge with her present.
At the other end of the sofa, her fuzzy-sock-covered feet rested in Remus's lap. He
dug into his annual bag of Honeydukes supplies, while Peter sat on the floor near his feet.
Mia did her best to distract herself from the sight of the rat—who, as far as she was
concerned, had no right to step foot inside this home—but she had resolved, for now, to
silently work through her personal issues regarding the future when it came to him. It was
Christmas after all, and she was not going to ruin the memory of this day by violently
mauling Wormtail.
After opening most of the gifts and throwing back one more glass of firewhisky,
James stood, garnering the attention of all eyes in the room. "All right, time for my gift for
Lily," he insisted with a nervous smile. "You ready, Sirius?"
Mia arched a curious brow at her boyfriend, who shifted behind her to stand up.
He had a devious grin on his face. She knew that look all too well. Unfortunately, Lily had
turned to stare at James the moment that Mia caught Sirius reaching for his wand. Uh oh,
she thought.
"What's going on?" Lily nervously inquired, stepping quickly away from Sirius as he
advanced on her.
"Expelliarmus!" Sirius shouted, capturing the willow wand as it flew out of Lily's
pocket.
Emerald eyes blazed in fury. "Sirius!"
Mia sat up straight, ready to lend assistance—though she was not quite sure to
whom—but she felt Remus's hand on her foot. She looked up to see him shaking his head,
smiling.
"Give me back my wand!" Lily snapped.
While she was distracted and unarmed, James took her hand. "Not just yet, love."
He tugged, spinning her around until she was facing him. His eyes were dark, and he ran
the fingers of his free hand through his hair while he repeatedly licked his lips.
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