the_debt_of_time

Remus groaned and nudged James in the ribs. "Ugh. Knock it off, mate, you're
upstaging me here." He held Mia close, his hands tenderly resting on her waist. "You, my
witch, are a vision. Lilac is a good colour on you."
Mia's smile dropped for a moment, and her breath caught as she remembered
dancing with Future Remus at Bill and Fleur's wedding, wearing another lilac dress and
hearing him tell her those same words. She wondered if she had picked this dress out
specifically because of that.
She let out a shaky breath, and her smile returned as she looked him over, trying to
push the past—or future, as it were—from her mind. "And you," she leant up and kissed
his cheek, "my handsome wizard, are simply dashing in dress robes."
James cleared his throat. "Ahem!"
Mia rolled her eyes and in a sardonic, dry tone, said, "Oh, Jamie, you are the very
definition of dapper." She chuckled as James preened like a peacock under her
compliments. "In fact, if you weren't my brother―"
"Ugh!" James grimaced and flinched away from her like he had been scalded.
Mia giggled, burying her laughs in Remus's arm.
"You always take things too far, Mia." James stormed away from her to the sofa
where he lifted something from the cushions.
"Where's your date, Jamie?" Mia asked, leaning into Remus's embrace, relishing the
warmth of his arms around her.
"No date. Even Peter ditched me to go with some witch from Hufflepuff. I'm
going stag."
Remus and Mia both groaned as James grinned at his pun.
"That was funny." He walked back to them, a large bottle in his hands, and
summoned three shot glasses that flew toward him from a corner of the room behind an
armchair. "Courtesy of dear Padfoot, who shall be with us in spirit tonight."
Mia shook her head but accepted the shot of firewhisky after James poured. "Leave
it to Sirius to cause problems and not even be there for it. I still don't know how he can
drink this stuff," she said before tossing it back and shivering as the liquid burned its way
down her throat and settled in her stomach, warming her body instantly.
"It'll be easier when it's mixed in with punch."
"You will not," Mia scolded him with wide eyes.