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beautiful." She shook her head in disappointment. "And stop talking about yourself.
Humility is a virtue in young men who all too often appear overly confident."
"Sirius is overly-confident, and he always gets the girls," James said, pouting as he
took the letter. Remus wondered if anyone else caught him sniffing the paper. From the
way Mia was suddenly pinching the bridge of her nose, he assumed she had.
"Oh darling, Sirius lucked into the Black family features; you have Potter hair." Mrs
Potter smiled affectionately and ruffled James's hair. "Remus, please fire-call your parents
and let them know where you are. As upset and ignorant as they may be," she said with a
tone that held zero remorse for her outspokenness, "they love you and will likely be
concerned if they wake and find your bed empty."
Remus nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"That's not to say you're not welcome here with their permission. Yes, darling," she
said, rolling her eyes when Mr Potter cleared his throat. "So long as Remus and Mia permit
themselves to remain in their own rooms at night. No wandering now. I have eyes
everywhere."
Wide-eyed, Remus swallowed hard as he looked back and forth between Mr and
Mrs Potter. Mia's father had a pleased look on his face as he folded his arms across his
chest. Remus could not be certain, but he thought he saw Mrs Potter winking at Mia.