the_debt_of_time

"Sure I do," Sirius said in a sultry voice from behind Lily as he moved over, taking
a seat directly on Mia's other side. "It's that place where you can shag up against
bookshelves, right?"
Mia stared accusingly at him while Lily turned beet red at the words, making a small
squeaking noise.
"All right there, Evans?" Sirius asked with a raised brow and a self-satisfied smirk
on his face.
"Leave her alone. She's annoyed that you both received the same number of
O.W.L.s." Mia tried to excuse Lily's red face as fury instead of embarrassment. "Speaking
of which, what N.E.W.T.-level classes are all of you taking?"
"All available to me," Lily admitted before giving her undivided attention to her
breakfast, likely refusing to look at anyone until her flushed cheeks turned back to a normal
colour.
"I got all Outstandings in everything," Remus said. He growled a little under his
breath, bitterly amending, "Except Potions. So I won't be taking that as a N.E.W.T. course.
Going to drop Herbology and Astrology too and put most of my efforts on Defence and
Ancient Runes."
"I'm surprised you don't excel at Potions," Lily spoke up again, though she still
would not make eye contact with either of the boys. She whispered, "Doesn't your...
sense of smell help when brewing?"
"Opposite." Remus sighed a bit, looking down at his breakfast defeatedly. "If I were
constantly on my own it might be easier, but in a classroom with ten to twenty cauldrons
going at the same time—often with different potions and draughts being brewed—it's
overwhelming and hard to focus."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "You were never meant to be a Potions Master anyway,
Moony. If you were, then you and Mia would have turned the A.D. into a brewing club
instead of Defence." He grinned when Remus smiled up at him in thanks. "I, on the other
hand, will be joining you lovely ladies in Advanced Potions."
Lily gaped at him. "You're taking Advanced Potions?"
"Need it if I'm going to be an Auror."