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“Thank you so much for picking it up.”

“You’re definitely under it if you asked for help,” James says sagely as he unpacks the many, many cartons from the Chinese takeaway downstairs, "I'm just glad you're eating. Sleep would be nice too.”

“One problem at a time Jim.” Remus shakes his head, not looking away from his highlighting but accepting an eggroll when James smacks his hand with one. 

James opens the lo mein and sticks two chopsticks in, hoping to entice Remus into actually eating the food if it’s close by enough. “You realize Dwight is a bit crazy right?”

Remus takes a bite from the eggroll in his hand and points it at James like a laserpointer, “Or is he crazy right?”

“Remus.”

He’s already turned back to his papers, nearly attempting a highlight with the eggroll, “Yes.”

“I’m concerned.”

“Me too,” a new voice agrees from behind. 

James turns and nearly sends the eggdrop soup flying across the kitchenette. Luckily all egg and drops stay firmly in the container while he takes in the mysterious red head eyeing Remus tentatively. “And you are?”

She smiles and offers her hand, “Roommate – Lily…and you are?”

“Regular mate and also torture mate – James. I had the same independent study supervisor last year,” James grabs a Perrier from the fridge and cracks it open for Remus, “Figured Remus would be in the ‘no time for food or sleep’ portion of the semester.”

Lily shakes her head affectionately, “I’m considering slipping some of his Ambien in his tea.”

“I would end you,” Remus growls, a little scarier than one might think for someone who’s currently using chopsticks like a skewer to eat sweet and sour chicken.

James snorts, “I think he means it.”

“He’s just sleep deprived enough that I believe him,” Lily eyes the kitchen counter, “Looks like you brought enough for a snack – want to eat?”

Remus stabs his chopsticks into the lo mein container and turns to face both of them, “This is mine.”

“It’s family size Remmy,” James whines.

“For the family of gnomes beating on my brain, get your own lunch.”

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A/N: Jily mention with Lily + Sirius bros

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Lily’s dusting off fresh wine glasses when Sirius slinks over, eyeing the crowd warily. “We’re here until the last of the drinks are drunk.”

She chuckles. “That’s usually how it goes in my line of work.”

“I don’t mean until last call. I mean until the last of those bottles you’ve got hidden under tehre are dry. Although they could send me out for more booze,” Sirius snatches a toothpick and crew on it, “Then we’re here until their card gets declined.”

“Remind me why you work for them?” Lily asks, relaxing into their usual judgy banter as she slices a fresh lemon. Lots of vodka sodas with lemon tonight. Unfortunately, none of them for Lily.

“Remind me why you agreed to bartend for them,” Sirius shoots back.

Lily narrows her eyes as she sets out a new bowl of nuts, “You tricked me.”

“I did not,” Sirius sniffs, adjusting his tie,“James is really going to be here.”

“I – ” Lily begins a blurted defense, but falters at Sirius’ knowing expression. It’s not a surprise he’s figured it out. He didn’t include the little tidbit about James attending by accident. “Don’t tell James.” 

“What?” Sirius chuckles, snagging a single serve Pellegrino and cracking it open, “That you love him?”

“Not – Sirius, I'm going to spit in your drink.”

“You forget I only drink from the bottle at these things.”

“So I’ll just go for immediate bodily injury,” Lily thrusts whatever’s in her hand in his direction, going for menacing.

“Honestly, please do stab me with that metal stirrer – enough to need medical attention but maybe not to kill me. Then they have to let me go to the A&E.”

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“I’m just saying.”

“You are not – why can’t you just wear the glasses like everyone else?” Lily groans, pulling two National Geographics off the shelf and tucking them under her arm. It’s a miracle they found a shop that still had copies with eclipse glasses included. 

“I already wear glasses, Lil,” James moans, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, “Now I'll have to wear two.”

“Okay. Well then explain to me how slight protection of your eyes under water has anything to do with an eclipse?” Lily hisses, eyes darting around to confirm no Muggles in hearing distance as they make their way toward the check out queue.

“Gillyweed is magical,” James answers easily, significantly less concerned about breaking the Statute of Secrecy or sounding like a loon,”Who knows what it can do?”

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Being Head Girl and Head Boy is an honor that is also a pain in the ass. 

Responsibilities, administrative tasks, late nights, all on top of being 7th Years. So when you add onto that high visibility and the perception among staff and students alike that you are in fact the problem solving tool they need for every problem. Well it’s not surprising to find yourself hiding in a darkened booth at the Hog’s Head with your fellow Head and about four or five of the sketchiest witches and wizards in Scotland. 

Not with them. Well with your fellow Head yes but — anyway. That’s why James is currently halfway through a bottle of Elf Made Wine with Lily Evans, for the first time in ages getting to be boyfriend and girlfriend not co-heads. 

Lily, unaware of James’ internal musings, shares her own. “Is ‘Elf Made Wine’ like fae win?”

“Elves make all our food at Hogwarts,” James narrows his eyes, “Is this a muggle lore thing?”

“They’re a particular type of elf – I’ve never wanted to sound like an unaware muggleborn, but yeah. There’s folklore about the fae…which I know are real…”

“This is specifically House Elf made wine.”

Lily takes another sip of her drink, “I guess if they had some secret ability to control people with their food and drink, we’d live in a very different world.”

James nods, considering what exactly that might look like. Some idiot witch or wizard definitely would’ve started abusing the power by now. Like fecking Malfoy. He shakes the angry thoughts free of his head and smirks at Lily, “‘Sides, would aberforth be selling it if it was some sort of mind control tool?”

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Snow days — the ones where you’re not obligated to anyone or anything — are the cozier, more extended version of a rainy afternoon. Particularly since rain can hardly be used as an excuse to stay in when one lives in London. 

But a snowstorm heavy enough to shut the roads but not so bad as to cut the power. It’s perfection. Particularly when you’re locked in with loads of fondu and your beautiful wife. 

All of this also contributes to a tenfold increase in laziness.

James groans from his place slumped in the armchair. “I wish I was magic, or even you were.”

“I have been told on more than one occasion — by you — that I am magic.”

“Yes but that was a very specific scenario and we were both naked.”

Lily readjusts the pillow under her head. “No at least once we had most of our clothes on…I was fully dressed and you — ”

“Lily it is torture to have this conversation when it’s definitely not going anywhere.”

“The doctor said,” Lily starts, prodding James’ leg encouragingly with her socked toes. 

“I don’t mean the human baby I mean my cheese baby.”

“You’re a baby.”

“I just want a magic wand Lily.”

“I think your wand is pretty magic,” Lily answers, deliberately obtuse and absolutely trying to make the evening take an interesting turn. Pregnancy hormones are wild.

 “Lily.”

She manages to roll to feet and lean over James, hands grasping the armrests. “You know you would forget your wand all the time,” she leans in close, breath tickling his ear, “Like my cookie butter.”

James gasps as her teeth nip at his earlobe. But sexual tension never kept them from bickering. It’s practically foreplay. “Lily, you know I went back out for it. Also in my magical universe wandless magic is a thing.”

A/N: I WILL CATCH UP

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“Does using the command key ever make you feel bad?”

There's a long, judgy pause before Lily sighs and answers, “It’s two in the morning, James.”

James, as usual, is undeterred, “I mean I’m sitting here, keeping my computer awake.”

“James.”

“And I can’t even say please.”

“What if you think of it as the please key?” Lily asks, placating but with just a hint of judgmental in her tone. She’s propped up on one elbow, hair in a loose braid, glasses on and looking adorably sleepy. 

Adorable enough that he considers her solution for a second, he considers the idea, but in the end rejects the notion. “Nah, I still know what it really is.”

Lily drops back against her pillow with a long suffering groan. “Do you feel bad for keeping me awake?”

“You’re playing Animal Crossing,” James answers, clacking away at the keys, trying not to wince when ge uses the command key. Maybe he needs sleep.  

Lily resumes her efforts in her little town, the glow of her Switch giving her face a creepy, bluish hue. “I could be asleep if it weren’t for my devotion to you, my love.”

“You wouldn't be though,” James says, pausing for a sip of tepid tea, “ Not while Wisp is in town.”

“I caught his last bits ages ago, he gave me a fridge.”

“Lame.”

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“Lord Malfoy is an exasperating germ of a human being with his silk vests and fancy manor parties,” James grumbles into his punch, taking a too large sip in his anger and nearly spilling it down his front.

Sirius toys with the potted plant at his other side, pulling the leaves in a very nearly destructive manner, “You realize you too live in a Manor, are wearing silk, and your mother is planning a ball in the next fortnight.”

James harrumphs, sounding not unlike an impatient bull. “Quite, but I have never done society the disservice of being such an ass about it.”

Sirius twirls his moustache - not unlike a villainous wretch in one of James’ favored novels, and asks, “So it is the manor and all that rubbish that disturbs you, not Lord Malfoy asking Miss Evans to dance?”

“At least she looks miserable,” James adds, not feeling his most empathetic or gentlemanly, which is why a third voice joining their little tête-à-tête has him jolting dramatically enough to spill the dregs of his punch over his luckily dark hued cravat.

“Oh she definitely is.”

“Miss McKinnon, you are positively wraith-like,” Sirius says with a grin, offering James a handkerchief, “When did you arrive?”

“Long enough ago to know Lord Potter is a fool in love.”

“I would not presume to say ‘love.’”

Sirius snorts, “I would.”

“Do not worry your pretty little head,” Miss McKinnon adds, “Miss Evans hates Lord Malfeasance.”

James smiles grimly as he watches Lily – he can call her Lily in his head – whirl around the floor with Malfoy, her brittle smile plastered in place. “I like it.”

“Unfortunately for my sense of self importance, I cannot take credit for the witticism — twas all the lovely Miss Evans,” Miss McKinnon answers, frowning.

“She is witty,” James agrees, eyes distant as he nervously fiddles with the curls brushing his collar.

Sirius elbows him in the side, “She is also about to be released back to the throng of desperate gentlemen.”

“Should I — ”