She had always been small and skinny, but the years had been as good to the girl.
Of course, Sirius had always found her eyes to be appealing. The colour of chocolate. She
was pretty when she laughed and even more when she was angry, especially with him; her
cheeks reddened, and her hair sparked. One morning, a few weeks into the summer hols,
he woke from a dream with the thought of burying his fingers in her mess of curls. He
blamed the motorcycle magazines for putting thoughts into his head. Not that it mattered,
as he refused to stop reading them.
"Mia's looking fit," he muttered out the side of a grin as he recalled the way her
blouse fit just a bit better than it had a few months ago. He was completely distracted by
his vivid imagination until something hard hit him on the side of the head. "Ow!"
"My sister is not fit!" James snapped. "And she's certainly not going to wear a bloody
bikini. That's a Muggle thing."
Sirius laughed but immediately pretended to be sombre. "Evans is a Muggle-born,
maybe she'll wear one."
His laugh returned when James's face paled, the blood presumably travelling to
points further south. "Hypocrite!"
July 31st, 1973"I can't believe you bought that." Mia laughed as she, Alice, and Lily sat on her bed
at the manor. On the other side of the room, Mary grinned, hands on hips, wearing her
brand new pinstriped bikini.
Alice gaped at it, tilting her head to the side, her cheeks pink. "Where'd you even
get it?"
"Muggle part of France," Mary said and, without any hint of modesty or shame,
adjusted her cleavage. "You think Sirius will like it?"
Mia seethed visibly. All the girls swivelled to look as her face turned crimson.
Mary beamed excitedly. "You fancy Sirius!"
"I do not!"
"It's all right." Mary laughed. "Look at the boy. He's bloody perfection."