"You could say... our magic is compatible." Mia shrugged not knowing how else
to explain it without confessing too much.
Dumbledore had cautioned her to keep her secrets for the safety of others, and if
there was anyone she wanted to keep safe just as much as her boys, it was Lily Evans. She
knew, in the end, what would happen, but if there was one thing Mia was not going to
chance it was the eventual birth of Harry Potter.
"I think you should give it a chance," Lily said with a look of determination. "If the
only reason you're holding back is because you're scared, then that's not very Gryffindor
of you. So―" She took in a deep breath, and Mia smirked at her sudden gusto. "—suck it
up! Take your tiny little arse in those tight little trousers downstairs, and have fun on your
date!"
"Your optimism is both infectious and incredibly irritating. Speaking of dates, how's
Amos?"
Lily glowered. "He'll live. Your brother on the other hand.. ."
Sirius watched as James paced back and forth by the front doors of the castle as the
other students began filing out to leave. Remus was already upstairs in his bed resting up
for the full moon tomorrow night, and Peter was in the hospital wing—apparently,
seventeen love potions required more than one simple antidote. James would have been
on the pitch, except he had come to see Mia and Sirius off.
"Do not snog my sister. Do not touch my sister's arse. Do not touch my sister's waist.
Do not touch my sister's... Do not touch my sister."
Sirius blinked at him, feigning ignorance. "So you don't want me to touch...
your... aunt?"
"Pads," James warned, seething.
"What if she slips and falls and hurts herself?" Sirius asked with a smirk. "You expect
me to just leave her there on the ground? That's not very gentlemanly of me."
"You are not a gentleman, Padfoot. Hence this little speech."
"I remember the speech you gave to Moony, I think I can switch out my name for
his and we can be done with this."