the_debt_of_time

"It means 'live life and enjoy life.'" She smiled brightly and turned to kiss him,
though Remus would not have been able to tell why she was so affectionate with him over
a tattoo. "I consider them my own personal House words. House Mia."
"I got my House words too!" Sirius announced with a barking laugh.
Remus turned on his friend and gaped at him in disbelief. "You actually had
someone permanently ink 'Toujours Pur' on you?"
They had all seen the scar that was permanently etched across Sirius's hand,
something he had tried to cover up multiple times by provoking Mia in her fox form to
bite him during full moons. The small words were barely legible now, having been sprinkled
with a variety of small scars in the shape of sharp tooth marks.
"Padfoot, you hate your House and your House words."
"Which is why I got them tattooed on my arse," Sirius announced as he pulled down
the right side of his black jeans, a look of utter glee on his face despite the fact that each
of his friends turned away at the sight of his pale backside. "Get it? Get it?"
Mia rolled her eyes. "Yes. Very clever."
"Get it, Moony?" Sirius grinned as he scooted closer to Remus. "Toujours Pur my
arse."
"How drunk was he?" Remus asked James, turning his attention away from Sirius
with a laugh.
"I was the only sober one," James answered. "We had to take the Knight Bus home
because I was afraid these two would splinch themselves if they tried Apparating," he said,
gesturing to Sirius and Mia.
"If Walburga wasn't such a psychotic bitch hell-bent on having me killed, I'd want
to show her this," Sirius declared with pride as he looked over his shoulder at the full-
length mirror that James was standing in front of.
"Pads, please pull your trousers up," James pleaded as he finally buttoned up his
shirt.
Sirius waggled his eyebrows at his best friend. "Turning you on, Prongs?"
"Well, I think I've seen all I want to," Mia began as she turned to leave.
"Nothing you haven't seen before, kitten!"