‘D’you, d’you…d’you know what I like about you Evans?’
Sirius waved his arm expansively, ignoring the firewhisky splashing out from the glass that he was grasping in that hand.
Lily peered over at him from James’ bed, more sleepy than she’d like as an effect of the quarter bottle she’d thrown back like it was pumpkin juice. He features were currently rendered a little indistinct thanks to the haze of alcohol she was viewing him through, but she’d bet good money he was smirking. ‘Don’ lie Black.’ She slurred at him. ‘You don’ like anything ‘bout me.’
‘S’not true.’ He pointed an accusatory finger at her. ‘I like your, your, damn the torpedoes attitude to alco…alchy…booze.’
Lily rolled onto her back and stared up the canopy of James’ four poster. ‘Thanks, I ‘spose.’
They lay there in silence for a moment, and somewhere in the back of her mind the sober part of Lily was demanding to know why she’d chosen to accept when Sirius had offered her a drink. It had been James she was looking for, he hadn’t been there, and she should have just left when she realised that it had been just Sirius in the boys’ dorm, accompanied by a bottle of firewhisky for some unknown reason.
She should have said no, not just because she was Head Girl and was currently breaking multiple rules, not just because it would have been the sensible, reasonable thing to do, but because she should have made a point of remembering that she very definitely did not top the list of Sirius Black’s favourite people.
But he’d said it with a hint of challenge in his voice, and she was Gryffindor enough that her pride and temper had risen up and she’d tugged the bottle away from him and taken several large swigs.
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