James turned around so fast that he lost his footing again and fell back to the floor,
though he still had his wand in hand and suddenly aimed it at Sirius.
"What the fuck are you trying to do, Mia?" Sirius gestured to his bloody arm. "This is
not a Quidditch injury! This is where a fucking antler stabbed me. Right here!" He pointed
at it repeatedly. "Stabbed me right here!"
"Jamie, it is not your business who I'm intimate with," she insisted, ignoring Sirius's
wailing in the background.
"Intimate?" James scoffed, making the same face that he used when Tilly tried to
feed him cabbage. "Is that what Moony called it? When he corrupted you?"
At his words, both Sirius and Mia burst into laughter.
James frowned. "Wusfunny?"
"You think that Moony corrupted Mia?" Sirius barked with laughter, cringing when
the hysterics caused him pain.
Remus scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Should I be taking offence at
this?"
"Oh, Jamie." Mia smiled at her brother and then reached down while he was
distracted, finally stealing his wand away from him. "It's adorable—if not incredibly
insulting—that you think I'm naive enough to let myself be corrupted at all. Let alone
by Remus, who dated me for almost a year before even kissing me."
"Which was very romantic, if I do remember," Remus muttered, as he continued to
pout over the attack on his masculinity.
Mia smiled sweetly up at him. "Love, I am not criticising anything about you," she
said with a wink.
James grimaced and swatted lightly at her. "Don't you... Don't wink at him. No
winking. Don't you wink at him in front of me after what... what you... and he...
and... and Padfoot too?" One of his eyes closed on itself, and James yawned, trailing off
in thought.
"Remus, the Sober-Up Potion please?" Mia pleaded with her friend.
"He stays!" James yelled, suddenly awake again. "They can't just use my sister and
get away with it! I have to do something! Snotright! It's not right!"
"I did not use her!" Remus yelled, suddenly angrier than he had been since Mia
arrived. She frowned at the sight, realising that in his drunken stupor, James had crossed a
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