the_debt_of_time

"Hogsmeade!" Sirius shouted with a grin as he plopped himself beside James at
breakfast the first weekend of November. "All right, mates. Do we have our lists?"
Mia raised a suspicious brow. "Do I want to know what you four are up to?"
Sirius grinned at her. "Just a little project, kitten."
"Sirius found a secret passageway into Hogsmeade last year," Remus said with a
chuckle. "He wants us to go looking for more while we're down there today."
"Oi! That was a Marauder secret! Remus, you're the worst secret keeper ever!"
Surprised by how his words triggered something deep down inside of her, Mia
snapped, "He is not! In fact, Remus should always be your secret keeper." She eyed Sirius
and then let her gaze linger on James before drifting to Peter. "Always."
Peter whispered, "I'm good at keeping secrets."
Mia internally grimaced, remembering the words which had been exchanged
between Harry, Peter, and Sirius that fateful night in the Shrieking Shack.
"Oookay." Sirius raised a brow at the strange turn the conversation had taken. "Back
to the plan. Are you all in?"
"I've got something to do first," James said and stood up.
Immediately, the boys groaned at the movement, clearly knowing what he was
planning as he pulled his legs over the bench and began walking down the length of the
table.
"This is going to be ugly." Remus shook his head and looked away.
Sirius, on the other hand, was watching eagerly with a devious grin on his face.
"Who wants to bet he'll end up wearing whatever it is she's eating?"
"Beautiful morning, isn't it, Evans?" they could hear James declare down the table.
"Not nearly as beautiful as you."
Mia winced and covered her eyes and waited for her brother to blow it.
"So, how about you let me show off that pretty face of yours in Hogsmeade, yeah?"
There was a loud crashing noise followed by a small round of laughter and applause
as James walked back to his seat looking utterly devastated. A bowl of upturned porridge
rested on top of his head, the warm milk leaking down his face.
"Could have been worse," Sirius suggested.
James pouted. "How?"
"You could have asked her last night. She had soup for dinner."