the_debt_of_time

James choked on his water; Sirius followed him.
"Naive boys. Of course I wore a wedding dress." Dorea rolled her eyes. When Sirius
and James breathed a sigh of relief, she turned to her daughter and slowly shook her head,
causing Mia to blush and laugh softly to herself.
"Now, is the potion working?" Dorea asked James and Sirius.
James nodded. "I think so. I still feel a little sore, but it's much better."
"Me too," Sirius agreed. "Is that your own brew, Mum?" he asked her, his eyes
glancing over the small clear phial. "I thought Hangover Potion was green."
"It is." Dorea smiled. "This is water."
Mia and Remus started laughing.
"Did I not just finish saying that you'll drink nothing but water today? If I let you fix
all of your problems with magic, you'd be overly dependent on it, and I'll not have my
children walking about like they're owed something from the world simply because nothing
was denied them at home. If you're foolish enough to drink yourselves stupid, you'll deal
with the consequences."
She stood from the table and smiled when Remus, James, and Sirius all stood with
her. She leant in and gave them each a kiss on the cheek. "Don't get into too much trouble.
I have errands at St Mungo's that will surely take up my entire day."
"Don't worry. I'm going to try and get a head start on N.E.W.T.s revisions," Mia
announced, and Remus nodded his head, clearly in agreement with her plan for the day.
She looked over to James and Sirius, who were conspiratorially whispering to one another.
Both witches stared at them with identical suspicion.
James looked up innocently. "We're just going to take Sirius's bike for a test ride.
Nothing big." He cleared his throat and avoided his mother's stern gaze only to find Mia's
eyes narrowed at him.
"Keep it on the ground," Dorea ordered, her gaze boring into the side of Sirius's
face.
He paled at the words and then let out a defeated sigh. "Fine, but once I get the
permits," he said stubbornly, "she's going to fly smoother than a Cleansweep."