The house was alive, not the breathing kind of way, but the way where everywhere you go it seems someone in the house is doing something. Somewhere Mrs. Evans was gathering old jewelry, somewhere Mr. Evans was throwing a fit and somewhere Petunia was shoving how better Vernon is down everyone’s throat. There was one though, she should have been awake already. She should have gotten up and dressed, she should have! But she isn’t, and doesn’t plan to. Lily Evans, age 18, and she is getting married in the morning.
“I’m getting married in the morning.” was all she could think, say, yell, and mutter. She just stared at the wedding dress hanging lamely on the door of her wardrobe. Now that really wasn’t the only thing that is on her mind, of course it’s not. She’s a girl. Girl’s always branch out several thoughts under one subject. So when Lily thinks “I’m getting married in the morning” she actually means “I’m getting married in less than 24 hours, my dress has to fit, my hair better be tamed, I should have lost five extra pounds, I don’t think I’m going to eat, I’m actually very hungry, the cake better be perfect, James better not wear his lame bow tie, Sirius needs to quit his shit and buy and tuxedo, I am marrying the guy I hated for the past six years and I’m getting married… in the morning.”.
“LIIIIIIIILLY! WAKE UP! THE WEDDING IS IN TWO HOURS!” Mrs. Evans shouted and banged on the door. Couldn’t she stop doing such ‘teen versus mother’ routines like she did almost seven years ago to wake Lily up for school or Sunday church? Mrs. Evans needed to grow up. Lily effortlessly rolled on the edge of her bed; she landed sack-of-awkward-potato like on the floor. “Oh Lily did I startle you?” Mrs. Evans could be heard on the other side of the door; Lily groaned. She slipped out of her pajamas and in to her underwear. An old song from a muggle album roared in to action from her Phonograph. Static, static… LOLLIPOP, LOLLIPOP OH LOLLY, LOLLY, LOLLY. “LOLLY POP,” Lily smacked her lips “badum, dum, dum, dum…” Lily sang along, dancing very childish in her wedding dress.
Zooming out of control and into a one bedroom apartment on the far west side of Wales, we see three young men crammed into a room. “Bow-tie?” A man hidden behind his thick spectacles held out his hand; The battered blonde one threw a red bow-tie on his palm. “Sirius… Sirius wake up man. WAKE UP.” he shook the hung over man on the messy air mattress. “I heard you, damn it Remus!” the raggedy young man named Sirius rolled over, hitting the wall. “You okay there mate?” Thick spec’s chuckled. “James, you’re getting married… in two hours… and I’m the only one making an effort. WHERE’S WORMTAIL!” Remus scurried around his apartment, tripping on many books and bottles of Firewhisky. James turned around, fixing his bow-tie “Sent him to get my shoes polished; after this one threw upon on them last night.” James pointed at Sirius, whom was still on the ground. Remus dragged Sirius upon the wall; forcing him to stand, “Get up man! James, Wormtail can’t drive the muggle car, please tell me you didn’t lend him my car…?” Remus said “Well he certainly couldn’t take my broom; you don’t know where his arse has been…” James laughed, still trying to fix his hair. “And he certainly won’t be riding my baby.’ Sirius winked; Remus sighed. “Seriously Sirius, get your sorry arse ready. My best mate isn’t showing up to my wedding looking like a homeless man.” James teased; Sirius tossed off his muscle shirt and put on Remus’ dress shirt and picked up some jeans from the corner of the room; Remus nearly pants’d him. “JEANS SIRIUS. JEANS!?” He said “Whenever I get married lets hope none of you behave like this!” he scurried some more “If you ever do! Haha, Prongs, we all know who’s going to be bridezilla!” James and Sirius both poked at Remus’ sides, causing him to laugh and spaz out uncontrollably “stop-STOP IT! Honestly, when will you two stop harassing me?” Remus pushed them away.
The trio procrastinated around until Peter Pettigrew came back, he waddled in to the house. Peter was an awkward lump that somehow managed to grow human internals and a voice. No one knew how he had managed to score such amazing friends, but he did. “James!!!” Peter shouted and fell on his knees “What is it Peter?” James dragged his feet towards Peter’s direction “Oh Wormy! Did the Death Eaters get you?! I’m so glad you’re safe! Wormy I love you, Wormy I do! My heart beats only for you!” Sirius sing-songed sarcastically and threw himself on Wormtail; James joined into the dog pile and then shortly Remus got pulled in to the action “Guys! James we’re down to forty-five minutes! WORMTAIL! Where are his shoes!? And my car?” Remus asked with hope in his eyes “I crashed it, never got to the shoe shiners, and watched your car burn… along with James’ shoes… sorry.” Remus looked like someone ripped his heart then poorly sewed it back in. “It’s cool mate, I’ll buy you a new car,” James looked around “I‘ll buy you a house by the looks of this one. As for my shoes… Padfoot where are your Chucks?” James asked “Back off Prongs I’m wearing them. Use Moony’s sneakers.” Sirius suggested, handing him Remus’ white and red worn sneakers from the side of the door. “Doesn’t it feel like no time has passed?” James said; Sirius piped up “It doesn’t at all it’s really weird…” “but a good kind of weird I think.” James smirked.
