the_debt_of_time

The celebration went on for hours.
Firewhisky, champagne, and wine flowed in abundance. James summoned Tilly to
share in the joyous moment, and the little elf took it as an invitation to bake a celebratory
cake, two treacle tarts, and a large trifle soaked in brandy. The trifle had been what tipped
the scales, in the end, causing Lily to declare all desserts sinful and apparently in the same
category as James's lips.
Mia was grateful that Lily passed out shortly after. She was in no mood to hear the
details of her brother's sex life.
"She sure can't hold her liquor can she?" Mia laughed as her brother flung a small
blanket over his sleeping fiancée, who had curled up like a cat on the large rug in front of
the fireplace. Snuffles snuggled into the curve of Lily's waist, falling asleep.
Across the room, Remus snoozed quietly up against a large armchair that Sirius was
haphazardly passed out in—a garland of stringed popcorn wrapped around his throat like
a necklace. Peter was unconscious in the upstairs bathroom after getting sick from
overindulging in sweets and liquor.
Despite partaking themselves, James and Mia had enjoyed the night mostly by
watching their friends and loved ones drink themselves into stupidity.
"I like that about her." James grinned, falling into the empty space of the large sofa
next to Mia and leaning against her. "Lily's innocent compared to the rest of you
delinquents."
Mia snorted, shoving him with her shoulder. "Speak for yourself. I'll have you
know I am an upstanding citizen of Wizarding Britain. I even work at the Ministry, did you
know?"
"How's that going, by the way?"
Her smiled faded, and she grimaced. "I hate it. I contribute nothing and basically
just sit back and file papers, watching while the actual influential people create horrible laws
that set us all back centuries."
Her gaze flickered to Remus for a split second, knowing that many of the laws she
was hoping to fight against were in regards to werewolf rights.