゜ﾟ*❀*ﾟ ゜ Four

[bespell]

.: Phone :.

I give up. Does anyone have a good or any recipe for treacle tart? I miss it something fierce, but it's not in any of the cook books I found in this town.

Or any help in actually cooking, for that matter.


.: Action at 1485 Kramden Rd :.

Nothing is on fire in the kitchen this time, but the place is a mess, with every bowl and container out on the counter. Lily's taken advantage of her drone mum being at a ladies club to claim the kitchen to herself, and it's not going well.

Magic's been of minimal help so far, and her attempt to bake cookies haven't gone too badly, evident by the appealing smell wafting through the window and outside. It's really everything else.


.: Action outside 1449 Mitchell Rd :.

With a fistful of smooth pebbles in hand, Lily is doing the time honored tradition of flinging one at a time at James's and Sirius's bedroom window. It's also fairly late at night, so she's trying to be quiet about it with varying levels of success.

Comments

[bespell]

I will still be dressed when you reopen the window.

[She starts to look guilty, though] Did I wake you up?

[nonmetus]

If I say yes will you take your top off?

[bespell]

Even my guilt doesn't extend that far.

[nonmetus]

Alright, alright. To what do I owe the pleasure, Lilian? Or are you here to see my dear brother?

[bespell]

I can't sleep. [It sounds stupid when she says it, especially after coming all the way here. Lily shifts her feet awkwardly.]

[nonmetus]

[His grin softens and he leans further out of the window] Well, would you like to come in?

[bespell]

I guess I can do that. [It's not hard to transfigure the gutter train into embedded steps, and so Lily pulls her way up to the window. The main door is still an option, but she foregoes that for the same reason she's not called the house to begin with.]

[nonmetus]

[James holds out a hand for her to help her in] Welcome to our abode, Evans.

[bespell]

Lucky me. [It's too dark to tell or care about any messes that may be around, but she takes that for granted. Setting her feet firmly on solid ground once more, she smooths down her clothes, trying not to feel self conscious.] Is that a bunk bed?

[nonmetus]

Yeah, they shoved it in here when I arrived, I believe. Sirius was furious. Why would he ever want to share with me? [James grins, squeezing her hand before letting go]

[bespell]

[The gesture's not lost on her, so she rubs her hand where the temporary warmth was.] I used to beg our parents for one of those, but my sister was dead against it. I just wanted to pretend it was a fort, really.

[nonmetus]

Oh! We've done that! Slept down on my bed. It's brilliant.

[bespell]

It's wonderful. [she seats herself on the desk, swinging her legs lazily.]

[nonmetus]

Indeed it is. [He laughs, sitting down on the edge the bottom bunk] So, did you have a nightmare, Evans?

[bespell]

Nothing of the sort. I couldn't fall asleep. [It's too dim to take a proper look at the room, but she can make out the faces of Sirius and James in the photographs decorating the room, as if they've always lived here.] It's odd having a room to yourself after living in a dorm for seven years.

[nonmetus]

I suppose it is... I'm lucky, I've got Sirius. It is odd without Remus and Peter, though. You can stay here, if you'd like.

[bespell]

Stay the night? [Lily's brows shoot up at the suggestion.]

[nonmetus]

Well, yeah! We could set up a cot or something if you'd like. It'd be brilliant.

[bespell]

And your father won't mind? [Truth be told, Lily's already getting excited at the idea. She hasn't ventured, at night, out of her house in Mayfield much or at all.]

[nonmetus]

Ah... he might, but he doesn't have to know.

[bespell]

You're going to make a rule breaker out of me, aren't you?

Right. Where am I sleeping?

[nonmetus]

Ah, I suppose so. Sirius wants to make you a Marauders, so I suppose he gets some of the credit.

Well... You can take my bed, I suppose.

[bespell]

I don't know what goes on in that head of his, your mate.

You'll be out of a bed, Potter.

[nonmetus]

Haven't a clue. He's bloody mental.

For you? I don't mind.

[bespell]

It wouldn't be right. [waking him up in the middle of the night, intruding on his bedroom, then kicking him out of bed.]

...Make room, Potter. [Lily orders, kicking off her shoes and climbing onto the bed.]