the_debt_of_time

"Oh, that's right," Mary said. "You and Remus went down to Hogsmeade early last
year and missed the deliveries. Sirius got a load of gifts last year on Valentine's Day, only
he wasn't smart enough to inspect them all." When Sirius flipped her a rude hand gesture,
Mary burst into laughter.
"What happened? I remember last year. Remus and I were running an errand for
Dumbledore and were supposed to meet you three―" Mia gestured to James, Sirius, and
Peter, "—at the Three Broomsticks for lunch, but you never showed."
"That's because they were locked in our dorm all day long wrangling Sirius." Remus
smirked, and Sirius turned and gave him a scathing look in return. "He was still completely
nutters by the time I got back."
"What happened?" Mia repeated.
Everyone turned and looked at Sirius who was turning a little red in the face. "It's
nothing, Mi. Someone... just sort of... slipped me a Love Potion. It was no big deal."
"No big deal?" James yelled, wide-eyed. It was the first lively thing Mia had seen
him do that morning. "You punched Peter in the face because you said he was keeping you
from your true love, a third year Hufflepuff you'd never even met!"
"It wasn't that bad," Sirius said quietly.
Peter glared at him, clearly still not happy about being punched a year earlier. "You
tried transfiguring a bag of Galleons into a diamond ring so you could go and propose
marriage."
"They're exaggerating."
Remus chuckled softly. "Am I exaggerating when I say that when I walked in the
dorm room, James and Peter were trying to get your clothes back on you because you said
that you couldn't possibly wait a minute longer to ravish your blushing bri―"
"Exaggerating!" Sirius snapped. "Can we please ignore the past and get a move on?"
He growled under his breath, and his three friends all shared a laugh at his expense. Mary
and Alice were giggling, and Frank was shaking his head at the sight.
Mia was annoyed, glaring at the envelopes and boxes. "Poor you. It must be so awful
to have girls literally throwing themselves at your feet. Or on our breakfast table to be more
accurate. If I get glitter in my porridge from one of those insipid cards, I'll throw a fork at
your head. It's looking a little big."