May 19th, 1973It was a perfect day for Quidditch. The sun was shining—though there was the hint
of a chill in the air—as Sirius and James caused an uproar amongst the crowd, taunting the
Slytherins whilst flying overhead. Enjoying his moment a little too much, Sirius swooped
down to the ground, gripping a handful of pebbles out of the dirt before taking to the sky
once more. Throwing the pebbles into the air softly, Sirius gripped his Beater's bat and
swung as though the small rocks were tiny Bludgers. As they sailed toward the Gryffindor
stands, Sirius pulled his wand and transformed them all into roses, each landing delicately
into the hands of the girls who were swooning and chanting his name.
Mia was grinding her teeth.
James, seeing Sirius's trick, swooped to the ground likewise, pulling a weed from
the grass below and flying up and forward, holding it out with a grin toward Lily. "Evans!
Want me to win the game for you?"
Just as sunlight struck the weed, it transfigured into a brilliant red Asiatic lily.
Lily, with no hint of malice on her face, reached up to touch the little flower, and
everyone could see James hold his breath. Mia could see Lily—in the very moment that
she touched the beautiful blossom—gripping her wand.
With a quickly whispered, "Incendio!" the flower in James's hand burst into flames.
"She's getting more creative at telling him to piss off," Remus commented with a
small smirk as he sat next to Mia in the stands.
"She'll get over it one day," Mia said with a smile as she watched her brother fly
away, deflated. A small shiver ran up her arms as the chilly breeze passed over her.
"You cold?" Remus asked, removing his red and gold scarf and wrapping it around
her.
She smiled up at him sweetly, watching as his eyes flashed gold. Satisfaction served
to warm her along with Remus's scarf as she had another confirmation on the change in
their interactions.
All she had wanted to do was take care of him, but Remus—along with James and
Sirius—were slowly becoming men right before her eyes, and men did not want to be taken
care of, not in the way that Mia felt she needed to. It was worse with Remus, she knew,
who had to compete with a primal wolf inside of him, struggling for control. When she