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again. "I don't want Remus to think... that you don't love him. Don't want him... think
I betrayed.. ."
And finally, he fell asleep.
"Goodnight, Sirius." Mia briefly ran her fingers through his long, black hair before
sighing and turning on her heels to leave the room.
She walked down the long stretch of hallway, passing by Remus's room. Despite
wanting to go inside, she knew better, making a beeline for James's bedroom instead.
Slipping through the door, she found her brother awkwardly positioned on his bed, dressed
in his pyjamas that were more than likely put on him by Tilly.
"Whappened?" Jamie muttered as Mia crawled in beside him.
She smirked at the state of his hair, which was sticking straight out to the side as
though someone had run glue through it. "Scoot over," she said and shoved at him until
he moved, giving her room enough to lie down on her side facing him.
"You okay?" he asked, eyes half-lidded.
"I'm fine. Sirius passed out in my bed."
James's eyes popped open comically, and he glared forward. "What? That
arsehole... Did he try anything?"
She rolled her eyes, knowing that even if Sirius had tried something, James was in
no state to go and defend her honour against his best friend. She could only imagine the
strength of their hangovers that would come the following morning. Their mother was
going to enjoy herself immensely.
"No, of course not. He just babbled a bunch and then fell asleep. He thought it
was his room." She smirked and then watched as James rubbed at his tired eyes. "Are you
okay?"
"Tired."
"Still drunk?"
"Lily was really pretty tonight, wasn't she?" James grinned as he answered her.
She rolled her eyes. "Yep, still drunk. If you moan Lily's name even once in your
sleep while I'm in this bed, Jamie, I will hex you into next year."
"Why're you in my bed?" he asked her with a muffled groan as he rolled over onto
his back.
"Because I can't go back to my own, Sirius is there."