Chapter Ninety-Five
Something Old, Something New
Cause it's a beautiful night,
We're looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.
Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you
(Marry You - Bruno Mars)September 6th, 197919,079 Grains of Sand Left"Are you sure you want to have your stag party tonight?" Alice asked as she watched
James, Sirius, and Remus put their cloaks on. She raised a sculpted eyebrow as James
laughed quietly again, something he had been doing all night anytime anyone mentioned
"stag party." "You're just not looking very well, Remus."
Remus smiled at the three witches gathered around a large round table, each with a
black cauldron in front of them. "I'll be fine, thank you, Alice."
"I just mean, well, it's the moon," Alice said softly, gesturing at the window where
the sun was setting. "And you two are okay with your wizards going out there with him?"
she questioned, turning to Lily and Mia, who were busy pulling silverweed seeds off of the
stems.
Lily was the first to look up and smirk at the boys. "Oh, I just figure that if
something bad happens, I'll marry whichever one of them is left standing. I'm kind of
hoping for Remus. No offence, Sirius."
"Offence very much taken, Lils. Then again, I suppose with Prongs, you're already
used to a man with a tiny cock. Perhaps Moony should be the man to fill Prongs's very small
shoes."
"Fucker," James muttered and attempted to hit Sirius in the groin, only to miss and
almost trip into the table. Lily, Mia, and Alice all gasped when the bottles full of ingredients
shook.