char : she would do anything for him

  • [A glowing red howler slips into the slightly open front door. The howler's presence in their house is not acknowledged as Sirius slips a hand into Remus' sweater. The glowing red howler explodes with unnatural force, forcing Remus and Sirius to drop and roll, whipping their wands out, bewildered.]
  • Lily: FINALLY YOU IDIOTS. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT? NO, YOU DON'T. JAMES AND I EVEN GOT YOU SO DRUNK ON OUR WEDDING YOU WERE ALMOST FALLING OFF OF YOUR CHAIR AND YOU BOTH GOT SAPPY AND WENT I LOVE YOU MOONY I LOVE YOU PADS AND THEN YOU FUCKING HUGGED. YOU HUGGED. NOT EVEN EMBRACE. IT WAS LIKE A BRO SIDE-HUG WITH A PAT ON THE BACK YOU TWO DRIVE ME INSANE.
  • James: Messrs, let me explain. My beautiful wife invented this conditional-release howler for you during our honeymoon. She is a madwoman. Why did you let me marry her?
  • Lily: I TOLD JAMES YOU TWO WOULD DEFINITELY GET TOGETHER AT OUR WEDDING AND YOU DIDN'T. EVEN PETER WAS A BIT DISAPPOINTED. YOU DOLTS ARE YOU HAPPY. YOU DISAPPOINTED PETER.
  • James: Brilliant piece of work, both this howler and my wife. She researched FOR THE ENTIRETY of our honeymoon so that this thing will self-send when your charmed lips meet. Yes, she put a tracking spell on your lips so when they got into proper kissing distance, this howler will send itself to you. Such brilliance. Such madness. Why didn't anyone tell me I was just marrying a redheaded Dumbledore?
  • Lily: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHEN THIS THING WILL SEND. PROBABLY WHILE WE'RE HANGING IN ST. MUNGO'S WAITING FOR OUR FIFTH GRANDKID.
  • James: Which we will appropriately name Moonfoot. To fit the occasion.
  • Lily: NOW THAT YOU HAVE KISSED TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS AND BE DISGUSTINGLY HAPPY TOGETHER ALL RIGHT.
  • James: Do it for our granddaughter Moonfoot.
  • Lily: AND YOU BETTER WRITE TO US BECAUSE I HAVE ONE HUNDRED GALLEONS RIDING ON THIS.
  • James: I bet that you two would kiss only after Sirius gets divorced twice. His second wife gets fed up, sits him down, and tells him he has a big gay crush on Moony. Lily is a bit more optimistic. She reckons that Sirius only needs one divorce.
  • Lily: AGAIN, IDIOTS. ALSO, WE LOVE YOU. SIRIUS DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID.
  • James: You clearly haven't known them for that long. When it comes to FEELINGS, Moony is the STUPIDEST.
  • [The howler bursts into flames and falls to the floor in charred bits of red paper and ashes.]
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A Chicago Loop - Elaine & Harry

Elaine strolled into the pub at eleven thirty that Wednesday morning, and was unsurprised to find it empty except for the old man who had played solitaire at the furthest table from the door every third Wednesday since Elaine could remember.

She approached the bar, and the barman glanced up at her. If he was surprised to see her, Mac didn’t show it. He gave her a nod, said her name, and then turned to get her a beer.

“I’m meeting Harry,” she explained, as he turned to hand it for her. Mac made a small grunt, and got another beer.

Elaine thanked him, and, some polite one-sided small-talk, a glance at the slightly-charred Accords sign - there was a story there, and she would bet anything that Harry was involved - and a promise that this was strictly a friendly visit later, Elaine sat down at one of the twelve empty tables to wait.

She wondered what questions she’d ask first. She wondered what questions he’d answer. Because, Hell’s bells, there were a lot of them, and she was pretty sure any answers would just produce more questions. 

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