the_debt_of_time

Mia rolled her eyes, and Sirius watched as they glinted amber for the smallest
moment. "Because it was sick that girls were trying to trick him into loving them. Also,
if any of my boys choose to fall in love with a girl, that girl needs to be approved by me."
"So, you're okay if Remus falls in love with someone else?" Mary asked.
Mia smiled. "Of course, but only if she's perfect for him. Until then, he's still mine."
Sirius heard it when Remus whispered, "Bloody right," in Mia's ear, making her
blush. The colour spread down her neck, and he watched as she adjusted her seating,
leaning just a touch closer to Remus in the process. His eyes narrowed, head full of jealousy
and firewhisky, and his nostrils flared when he inhaled sharply, catching a scent on the air
that made something inside him twist with envy.
"I dare Potter to go ride his broom around the Quidditch Pitch!" Mary declared,
distracting Sirius from his shifted mood.
James stared blearily at the girl, one eye half-closed. "I've done that a thousand
times. For the record, I could still do it in my current state," he insisted, taking another sip
of his drink, not even noticing that, ten minutes earlier, Mia had charmed his glass to refill
itself with water.
Mary smirked. "I dare you to do it... naked."
"Done!" James said loudly with a determined look on his face as he clumsily got to
his feet. "Evans, come on, you'll want to see this!"
Lily rolled her eyes. "I really don't. You and Mary go ahead, I'm heading off to bed.
Happy birthday, Remus," she said before heading to the door, ignoring James, who was
still clearly under the impression that she was coming to watch him fulfil his dare.
As the door closed behind them, the three remaining friends sat beside a near-empty
bottle of firewhisky.
Sirius leant forward and poured them each another shot.
"You're not going to watch Prongs?" Remus asked.
Sirius shook his head. "Not this time. As funny as it'll be if he falls off, even I don't
want to see what'll happen if he gets splinters. Besides," he handed the glasses to them,
watching closely as they drank, "I still want to play."
"I think we're done with the game," Mia murmured as she moved to sit up.