the_debt_of_time

"Sit down, love," Remus insisted, moving from his place beside Sirius, taking her
gently by the arm and leading her toward the large armchair that faced the sofa. He sat
beside her while Lily took his empty place next to Sirius.
"Is this an intervention?" Mia asked irritably. "Because I'll have you know, I've
barely even begun revising, and I've been eating all my meals and getting eight hours of
sleep each night—all right, six most nights," she corrected with a roll of her eyes, "but I
am perfectly capable of handling my timetable this year, and I don't need any of you to―"
Her gaze fell on a large bottle in the centre of the table. "Is that firewhisky? Lily, you let
Sirius bring firewhisky into your room?"
"I asked him to, actually. Now, keep your little Gryffindor tail right there. Don't
bother running for it; I've locked your only escape." She pointed at the chair and smiled
proudly when Mia obeyed her commands.
"Why do I feel like I'm being set up?" Mia nervously questioned, setting down the
large Arithmancy book on the side of the table.
"Because this is a setup," Sirius growled when Lily broke the Silencing Charm, his
grey eyes narrowed. "And don't look at me; I fell for her innocent load of shit, too. Evans
may look sweet, but she's a devious harpy. Surprised she didn't end up in Slytherin."
"Watch it, mate," James cautioned. "That's my girl."
"Your girl is a Slytherin-ish harpy, who told me to bring firewhisky because it was
the ingredient in some Potions project she was working on!" Sirius snapped at him. "I only
agreed because she said she'd found out our secret, and considering how many we bloody
have, and how you've probably whispered all our deepest and darkest tales during your
pillow talk, I came prepared to cave under her blackmail," he admitted, folding his arms
across his chest.
Lily blushed. "Yes, well, James and I have no pillow talk, thank you. He's a
gentleman. Although, I would like to eventually know all these deep, dark secrets you're all
keeping from me."
James swallowed at her stare and then promised, "One day."
"Fine," Mia interrupted the couple. "So, it's a trap with firewhisky," she conceded
and then looked around the room curiously. "Where's Peter, by the way?"
"Serving detention with Filch," Remus replied.
"What did he do this time?"