the_debt_of_time

"This, I believe, is a good time to leave," Narcissa said as she stood, holding out her
arms as Draco gently slipped her cloak on her, an expectation bred into him. She smiled
down at Mia and kissed her cheeks in farewell. "Owl me this week."
"Potter," Draco said, nodding to Mia. "I'll stop by tomorrow." He gave a nod of
farewell to everyone else, sneering toward Ron at the end of the table before turning and
escorting his mother out the opening of the marquee.
When Fred and George re-joined the group—six and eight minutes later
respectively—each with matching sky-blue hair, they grinned brightly, much to the disgust
of several occupants who learnt in their brief absence the colour wheel portion of the
charmed potion. The twins did a celebratory dance before sidling up to the long table to
sit opposite the two remaining Marauders and the witch who now held their complete
devotion.
Fred spoke first. "Thirty percent."
"Fifty," Mia countered.
George shot back with, "Thirty-five."
"Forty-five, and I'll consider giving you my recipe for a currently legal alternative to
Veritaserum that blemishes the face until the affected speaks the truth," she said,
remembering the satisfactory moment of a large room filled with lying witches covered in
red splotches, all for attempting to ruin Sirius's reputation.
"Done!"
As the night drew on, Mia wanted to return to Grimmauld Place, but any mention
of it was quickly brushed aside by Sirius. Equally brushed aside was her hand anytime it
came to rest on his thigh. A fact that was quickly becoming very irritating.
"I can't tell you how happy I am to see you alive and well, Mia," Arthur said as he
approached Mia with a tender smile. In that moment, she could see both her friend from
long ago as well as the father figure she had grown to love over the years. "Of course, I
feel a bit foolish for not recognising you."
"Don't feel too bad, Arthur," Sirius insisted. "Not even Snape knew who she was,
and she punched him in the face twice."
"You did what?" Molly gasped as she moved to sit down beside her husband, staring
across the table at Mia, who did not even look ashamed of her past actions against the surly
Slytherin.