the_debt_of_time

just for special occasions—or Fridays. During Easter hols, Sirius, James, and Mia all
returned to Potter Manor, while Remus decided to stick around Hogwarts with Peter, who
had been told by his parents to stay behind for his own safety.
When the Potter Manor residents returned to school, Sirius was eager to share how
they spent their short holiday.
"I can't believe you three got tattoos for your birthdays." Remus shook his head in
amusement as James pulled open his shirt to show off the freshly healed ink on his chest.
Mia held down the back of her blouse, revealing the most rebellious thing she had
ever done in the form of permanent Latin text flowing over her right shoulder blade.
"They got tattoos for their birthdays," Sirius insisted with a smirk. "I got a tattoo
because they didn't know where the tattoo shop was, and I wasn't just going to walk in and
not buy something. That's rude," he said primly as though it were an obvious truth that
Remus and Peter were unaware of.
"Evans is going to kill you if she ever sees that." Peter laughed at James, who was
busy standing in front of a mirror examining the lily of the valley tattoo running the length
of his Sectumsempra scar. It was with magical ink so that the lilies closed and bloomed
when touched.
James grinned, touching the flowers obsessively just as he had been doing since he
left the tattoo shop. "Well, it was either this or turning my scar into a zip."
"I told him to have the guy tattoo 'open at this end' at the top of it," Sirius said.
"And despite those lovely ideas of permanent body modification," Mia said sarcastically,
"you still settled on a flower." She shook her head at her brother, who continued to fondle
his ink and watch with interest as each flower opened and closed, smacking away Peter's
hand when he tried to touch one.
James, ignoring the obvious insult, grinned proudly. "Not just any flower."
"No, I suppose not." Mia smiled, wondering if there would be one day when Lily
would appreciate the ridiculous sentiment. "I still wouldn't show her... for a very long
time," she said with a decided insistence, and then added, "if ever."
Remus hovered behind Mia. He ran his fingers over the Latin words, sending a
shiver down her spine. "I like yours," he whispered, a small growl in the back of his throat
that only she could hear. "Vita frui vita vivet. What's that mean?"