The Ice Queen [s.b.]

Silence - 67, pt. 1

A/N Just a warning, I do not celebrate Easter, so please be aware that any mistakes on that front are accidental. Sorry, btw.

April 10th.

"Ready, Princess?" Sirius asks excitedly, grasping her arm as they walk up into the Potter Manor.

In a falsetto voice, James says, "Yes, Siri," earning himself a glare from Sirius and a snicker from Anna.

"Is Chani here yet?" Anna asks hopefully.

Sirius sets his hand over his heart, "Nice to know your preferences, Love."

"She's inside, talking to my parents," James supplies.

He and Sirius walk away, presumably to be up to no good.

Anna finds Lily, who's shining a brilliant smile.

"Why, hello there, Ms. Future Black!" the Gryffindor beams, turning away from the conversation with Mia.

Mia gasps, "What? How was I not made aware of this?!"

Shyly, Anna shows her the ring.

"I picked it out. With Marlene's help, of course," Lily informs them.

Mia nods her approval, "Monty, isn't that just a gorgeous ring?"

Fleamont, who is discretely planting mistletoe at the front door, says distractedly, "Whatever you think, Mia." Under his breath, he giggles as he runs away, waiting for Sirius and James to walk in.

Mia shakes her head.

While the description of the following events will not be given, it can be said that James and Sirius put on a delightful show, Lily and Anna laughed their asses off, and Mia and Monty videoed.

During dinner, the music and mood are both upbeat. Anna, for the first time since when she quit, starts talking passionately about her first love: Quidditch.

Sirius can't help but smile.

Monty slams his fist down on the table. "In no world are the Chudley Cannonballs better than the Irish."

"On the contrary," Anna replies calmly, "there are plenty of worlds where they are. Including the one we're in presently."

Monty sniffs, brushing away fake tears, "Believe what you'd like. And here I was going to adopt you."

Mia rolls her eyes, "Unfortunately for you, Anna, dear, we consider you a daughter whether or not you agree with my husbands blatantly incorrect quidditch opinions."

When Mia turns back to her conversation with Lily and James, Anna sticks her tongue out at Fleamont.

By the time the sun had set, the group had set out for desert in Ghiradelli Square, San Francisco. This, apparently, is a bucket list item for Lily. The others, surprising no one, didn't know what it was.

They'd all turned at least seventeen by then and could apparate.

Minutes later, Anna announces to Sirius as he steers her (his arms around her neck and her head against his chest with her hands grasping his) into a particular shop, "I love San Francisco. Actually," she giggles, "I just love California. L.A. is my very, very favorite. I love Disney Land."

"And I love you," he croons in her ear. "What kind of chocolate do you want?"

She gasps, "Siri! We! Should! Get! Remus! Some!"

"Are you drunk, Lee?" Lily inquires. "Because you're an alarmingly happy drunk and you're alarmingly happy at the moment."

Anna stagewhispers, "Mia slipped me some tequila shots when I helped her clean the dishes."