the_debt_of_time

"You attacked them in Animagus form?" Mia's eyes widened as she examined the
room once more. Suddenly, all the damage made a lot more sense. The room was large, as
it needed to house four boys and all their furniture, but Prongs was a massive, fully-grown
stag. She was certain the span of his antlers would not even allow him to fit his head
between the posters on the beds.
"'Cause they're animals! Both of 'em," James accused. "They took your maidenhead."
"Stop saying maidenhead!" Mia shrieked. "No one took anything from me, and there
was certainly not a 'they' in the first moment, thank you." A strange flutter of images came
into her mind, and she forced herself not to blush as she glanced over at Sirius and Remus,
who must have been thinking the same thing—both were purposely avoiding eye contact
with one another and her.
"You're so smart... such a smart Mia." James smiled as he sat up, putting the bottle
of firewhisky down to pat Mia on the head affectionately as though she were a cat. "I'm so
glad you're my Mia sister."
She sighed irritably but allowed the affection because it seemed to be calming him
down. "I'm glad you're my Jamie brother. I'd prefer a sober brother, but you'll do."
James laughed, hugged her, and picked up the bottle once again when she tried to
grab it from his reach.
"Now, you tell me which one did it. Just point, and I'll curse him," he said calmly,
waving his wand lackadaisically which caused the other two Marauders in the room to
flinch.
"You can't curse them, Jamie," Mia shouted, trying to snatch James's wand from
him. She would prefer not to disarm him with a spell, though she certainly was not above
doing so.
"Fine." James huffed with a pout. "Then you point out which one did it, and I'll
make sure he marries you."
Remus and Sirius both paled instantly.
Mia shook her head in aggravation. "Jamie, you're drunk. Give me the bottle." She
lunged forward, grabbing the bottle of Ogden's Finest out of his hands, ignoring the
pathetic little whimper that escaped him. She sniffed at the open top and sighed, taking a
long drink from it herself and rolling her eyes when she heard Sirius whine as the last of
his good whisky slid down her throat.