She was exceedingly bright… your mother.

“You’d have thought Black and Potter were brothers!” chimed in Professor Flitwick. “Inseparable!”

“Lily. Lovely Lily. She was exceedingly bright… your mother.”

Sirius concentrated for a moment, as though contemplated how to best phrase this. At length, he began: “Prongs, Moony, Wormtail and I became mates in second year, right?”
“Right…”
“…And there wasn’t—wasn’t really a reason for it. I mean, I couldn’t explain it. One day the four of us just… clicked, or something. See?”
“So far…”
“And when we were younger, I’d always assumed that the four of us would—you know—end up old, mad bachelors together, chasing twenty-two year old witches and getting hammered and never really getting old, you know?”
“Mature.”
“Yes, well… the thing is—I don’t see that anymore. For some reason, and I can’t explain it anymore than I can explain the fact that Wormtail and Prongs are best mates, because you wouldn’t believe it to look at them—you, Evans, click.”
“I click?”
“You click.”
“Meaning?”
Sirius smirked. “It means that you had better adjust to the four of us fucking things up, because when you marry Prongs, you’re stuck with us. We’re sort of a collection—only come as the set, you know.”
Lily couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s very nice, Black, but I have no intention of marrying James.”
This detail failed to concern Sirius. “Sure, Ginger. Give it a year, yeah?”

The Life and Times [x]

Is our secret safe tonight?
And are we out of sight?
Or will our world come tumbling down?

Candice Accola ϟ Slytherin

Lily. Lovely Lily.

“Every girl is beautiful. Sometimes it just takes the right guy to see it.”