the_debt_of_time

Lily gaped as James left the hallway, disappearing down another corridor. "He barely
said hello to me."
Mia, Remus, and Sirius all shared an incredulous look before shaking their heads.
"Maybe he's moved on," Sirius suggested and smirked when a look of rage crossed
Lily's face.
Remus and Mia silently chuckled as Lily's hair crackled with magic.
"Oh," Lily huffed, folding her arms in front of her chest, shaking her hair as she
raised her chin defiantly. "Well, good for him."
"Or maybe we requested that he tone it down for Christmas," Remus confessed
with a smile. "No reason you need to wake up every morning with a bouquet of flowers
and love notes."
"Yeah, what witch would like something like that?" Mia asked sarcastically.
"Shut up and show me my room." Lily narrowed her gaze as she was led into the
room by Mia.
Just in case, Remus stayed out in the hallway beside Sirius, not wanting to
accidentally set off another potentially faulty mistletoe.
"Hurry back down and you can help me wrap presents!" Sirius shouted.
Lily poked her head out of the room. "Why can't you just use magic to do it
yourself? And you better not have bought anything for me."
"Don't bother, Lily. His uncle left him his inheritance when he turned seventeen,
and Sirius has decided to waste it all on gifts for the rest of us." Remus rolled his eyes
before sticking his hands in his pockets and turning to follow Sirius, only to find that he
had turned back around to argue, sticking his finger up into Remus's face.
"First, it's not a waste. I'm barely making a dent in the vault, trust me. My uncle
walked me through Gringotts last summer before he died. I would need a broom to reach
the top of the gold pile in there. Even then, I'm slightly afraid of an avalanche."
Mia smirked and shook her head. Having seen the Potter vaults for herself, she
could believe that Sirius's inherited gold was no exaggeration. It was obscene, and she was
determined to find a way to get him to use it properly.
"Secondly, I am not just wasting it on you lot. I bought myself a very nice Christmas
gift as well."
"By 'very nice,' you mean 'utter and complete death trap,'" Mia said.