the_debt_of_time

"Me, too," Peter chimed in.
"You're all purebloods?" Lily asked with furrowed brows, looking like she suddenly
felt very out of place even more than she was.
Sirius looked over at Lily. "It's not all that it's cracked up to be, Evans. Trust me."
"Why's that?" Lily asked.
"Because most pureblood families have dwindled down so much that if they want
to stay pureblood, they end up marrying their own cousins," Mia said, chuckling as Sirius
nodded his head with raised brows.
Lily gasped. "Are you serious?"
"No, I'm Sirius." Sirius grinned. Remus and Mia groaned, but he ignored them.
"And yes, it's true. My parents are second cousins. It's a flip of the Galleon whether or not
purebloods come out crazy, but it makes for good-looking blokes like me." He winked at
the small grouping of girls at the end of the table. Alice and Mary blushed, but Lily looked
annoyed, something Mia appreciated.
"There are some pureblood families that don't care about blood status, though," Mia
insisted, looking at Lily. "Like mine. The Potters are perfectly normal witches and wizards."
"Mia, look!" James yelled, excitedly.
Everyone turned to watch as the heir to the House of Potter, the only son,
descendant of the great Ignotus Peverell—and future father of The Chosen One—
balanced his wand on his forehead.
Mia stared at him in disbelief and let out an embarrassed sigh as glanced back at
Lily.
"Your brother?" Lily asked with a raised brow.
"Yes."
"He's.. ." Lily looked at James, who was being cheered on by Sirius and Peter.
"He grows on you," Mia promised.
"I'm sure he does." Lily watched as the wand fell from James's forehead, hit the
table, and shot red sparks upward into his face. James gave a shout and fell backward off
his seat, his glasses going with him.
"Bloody hell!" James yelled as he retook his seat, slipping his wand back into his
robes and looking at his broken spectacles with consternation.