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for him to stand up and punch us. Doesn't help that his wand hand is still steady, though.
You'd be surprised the amount of things Prongs can do while properly intoxicated."
She looked at her brother, mouth agape in shock, as he managed to take a long swig
from the bottle while glaring at his friends, wand arm exactly as Sirius said: completely
steady.
"Jamie, you've kept them at wand point? This is ridiculous."
James pulled the firewhisky bottle from his mouth, some of the liquid spilling out
onto his shirt as he shook his head. "They can't be trusted. Gotta keep'm here."
"They are your best friends, and they can be trusted!" she snapped as she moved
forward to steal away the bottle.
James dove to the side to protect it, tucking the bottle and his wand to his chest. It
spoke volumes that Remus and Sirius did not take the opportunity to make a run for it.
When Mia stepped to the side to try and get a better angle, James sat back up, the bottle
tucked under his armpit and his wand held back up. "They're thieves!" he yelled as he
pointed his wand at Remus and Sirius, letting out a sad little sob. "Stole my sweet Mia's
maidenhead."
Mia blanched. "Ew. Don't say maidenhead."
"It's actually the most suitable word for it," Remus muttered soberly, looking
exasperated. "We've been through several others, and this is the least horrible, believe me."
She had known that James would react this way when he eventually found out about
either Remus or Sirius. Of course, she had hoped that he would not find out about
the both of them. She thought she had been cautious when it came to her boys, but clearly,
something had happened tonight that she was not expecting. Now all she could try to
accomplish was damage control.
"Jamie," Mia said as she knelt down in front of him. "I appreciate the big brother
protective act here, but you can't punch your friends. You're drunk and not thinking
clearly."
"Not drunk," James muttered, looking far too smug—especially since one of his
eyelids was drooping.
"He didn't start drinking until after he beat the hell out of us," Sirius snarled, wincing
as he licked at his split lip.
"Can't exactly hold a bottle with a hoof, now, can you?" Remus added.