Sirius sighed, embarrassed for his friend. "Shut up, Pete, you wouldn't understand.
She do that often, Evans?"
Lily narrowed her eyes at him. "About once a month like the rest of us."
"Not that. Honestly, how am I the most mature person in the room right now?" he
asked, genuinely confused. James and Peter both shared a look of bewilderment, clearly
trying to figure out what Lily had meant in the first place. "I mean how often does she go
to the hospital wing?"
"Oh." Lily looked suddenly guilty. "About every time. She's been going there since
last year. Said she gets really bad headaches when it happens."
James frowned. "How bad?"
"She usually spends the night there. Why? You didn't know she had migraines?"
"Migraines?" Sirius asked. "The Muggle headache?"
"Yeah," Lily confirmed. "She has to take a Sleeping Draught and a Pain Potion to
get through the night when it happens."
"Thanks, Evans." James dipped his head to her, giving a knowing look to Sirius
while Peter sat there restacking his set of cards, already done with the conversation. "I
think I'll go check on her later. See if she's okay."
Lily frowned as she made her way to the portrait door. "You're welcome. Tell her I
hope she feels better."
September 24th, 1972"Sirius! Sirius, wake up, you prat!"
"What. The. Fuck. Potter?" Sirius groaned into his pillow, his long black hair tangled
around his head the same way his bedsheet was tangled around his leg. He kicked that leg
out, hoping to connect with James in retaliation for sticking his bony finger in Sirius's ribs.
"Go back to sleep."
"Wake up, arsehole!" James smacked him on the back of the head. "Where's my
cloak? You had it last when you sneaked into the kitchens two days ago!"