𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. James Fleamont Potter

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟔. A connection?

Sirius' birthday was around two weeks ago and things got a little out of hand. From getting caught by McGonagall- and getting detention- to Sirius getting a matching tattoo with Iris. To be frank, they were drunk so the only ones to blame were the people responsible for them- Remus and Lindsy.

On the bright side, they did like the tattoo, but it did have some horrible miss writing on it.

Like Sirius's, it was supposed to be a heart with an I for Iris but it looked like an L. And Iris's was supposed to be a S but instead, it looked like an 8... They needed to fix that. At least it was on their finger so it wasn't noticeable.

Now, Remus would've stopped them but he was too drunk to function and James had to take care of him. And Lindsy didn't stop them since she was too busy snogging Leo all night.

Everyone else was either throwing up, asleep or cleaning up the common room.

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟑, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓

"I don't know. I do weird things when I'm drunk, but at least I didn't take my clothes off." Iris defended after James asked about her matching tattoo with Sirius.

"You've stripped?" He asked trying to confirm if he heard that right.

"Almost, and that was once." The brunette corrected. The two were currently in the Great Hall, having their daily conversation.

"When did that happen?" He let out a small laugh.

''My birthday. My friends and I were near the forbidden forest and set a campfire. And I wasn't really drunk, you see my brother Ron, he has the worst ideas and- anyways that's not the point, the point is; Ron had been gifted a potion from our brothers Fred and George, they claimed that it was fire whiskey but it wasn't. I don't trust the two with any food or drinks they give me but Ron didn't mention that they made it so I drank it and the next morning I woke up in Keene's bed." She smiled sheepishly, she could've sworn that she wasn't going to tell that story ever again, but with James, she felt like she could tell him almost anything.

The boy just stared at her, processing the information, if he was being honest with himself he was more concentrated on her eyes than the story. But, hearing Keene's name, made him snap out of it.

"Is Keene your boyfriend?" He blurted out, not thinking twice.

"Keene?" She asked baffled, he nodded. "No, We aren't dating and we would never. I think my sister has a crush on him, I'm not sure.''

"I thought you didn't have any siblings." He shook his head in confusion.

"They aren't my biological siblings. Arthur and Molly Weasley adopted me during my fourth year." Pride was written in her voice.

"So you're..."

"Iris Erin Hendrix Weasley." She finished off.

"That's a really long name." He mumbled.

"I know, luckily I don't have my mum's maiden name."

"Imagine your name once you get married. You're going to be Iris Erin Hendrix Weasley... And whatever the lucky guys' name is." He was about to say his last name but decided against it.

"I don't think that will be a problem."

"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.

"Whoever I marry, will have my last name." She said in all seriousness.

"Why?" Potter wouldn't sound so bad, he thought.

"Because who wouldn't want Hendrix-Weasley as their last name?"