the_debt_of_time

Mia shrugged. "I have no idea. You didn't invite me."
"What?" He sat back. "I thought you said you and I are friends in the future."
"We are. Frankly, it didn't bother me at the time because I didn't know any better,
but you apparently did and now I'm kind of annoyed with you. Future you."
"Hopefully, I had my reasons for such a slight," Remus said with a smirk.
"I'm pretty sure the two of you were just so overjoyed at finally being together that
you eloped." Mia smiled, not wanting to inform him that she knew his last-minute wedding
had everything to do with the war and the fact that, had Bellatrix known her niece was going
to marry a werewolf, Death Eaters would have crashed the party and slaughtered everyone.
"Muggles suck," Sirius announced with a pout as he approached the table from
Remus's other side instead of Mia's, ignoring the fact that the two were snuggled up
together. "Lily's brother-in-law doesn't know who the Sex Pistols are, and I'm pretty sure
he called me a hippie. What the fuck is a hippie?"
Mia pouted at him as she sat up. "I'm sorry, love, do you want to dance to make
yourself feel better?"
"Yes. I'll have the prettiest witch on my arm by the end of the night," he replied
with determination and took a moment to adjust his robes before walking away from the
table entirely.
"Excuse me?" Mia called after him, laughing. "Did you forget someone?"
Sirius ignored her as he made his way through the large crowd, standing tall and
drawing attention to himself as he moved directly across the dance floor, actually separating
Frank and Alice in the process before approaching a table at the back. Very loudly, he
cleared his throat. Anyone who had not seen his grand entrance turned their eyes toward
him at the noise.
"Would the lovely lady care for a dance?"
Minerva McGonagall scowled at him.
"C'mon Minnie, you know you want to."
With all eyes now on her, she let out a huff and took Sirius's hand, following as he
led her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms.
"I must tell you, Minerva," he said with a grin. "I understand how good I look right
now in these fancy-pants dress robes, but I have to insist that I am still a taken wizard, and
so I'll thank you to keep those delicate hands of yours off my arse."