the_debt_of_time

"It's also why none of them is allowed in this group, and why you've all signed a
secrecy pact." Remus held up a parchment with all of their names on it.
"I should probably also inform you that this parchment is jinxed," Mia admitted,
though she had not bothered to the first time around—not in depth. "If you speak about
this group or its location, your face will breakout in pimples that spell SNEAK across your
face. I will not remove it, so keep your mouths shut."
"We should have a name for the group," Lily chimed in, trying to brighten the
otherwise suddenly tense moment.
Mia smiled. "I agree."
"How about.. ." Sirius stood up and grinned, "the Disillusioned Invisible Circle
of Kids?"
After a moment of thinking about the name, James burst into laughter with Peter
snickering beside him.
"No." Mia glared at Sirius.
"Cultivation Of Combative Knowledge?"
"Sirius!" Mia hissed at him.
"Training Wands Against Tyrants!" Sirius shouted.
At this one, even Remus broke into a short burst of laughter, doing his best to cover
it up with a series of coughs.
Mia glowered ahead, ignoring the giggles echoing around the room. "I'm warning
you, Sirius Black."
He held his hands up in what looked like actual surrender. "Fine, fine. Have it your
way. We can be adults about this. Now, all in favour of Club of United Novices―"
"Jamie, get him out!" Mia screeched.
"It's called Assisted Defence," Lily quickly chirped to put an end to Sirius's
behaviour, "and that's it! I mean... if that's okay."
Mia let out a sigh of relief. "That's fine. The A.D."
"Who exactly is going to teach us, though?" Peter asked.
"Remus and I," Mia answered quickly, and there were whispers and murmurs all
around the room. "Is there a problem?"