Incognito

✑ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐.𝟗

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟿:𝟶𝟸 𝚊.𝚖. I

"You waited too long," Filius Flitwick shook his head. "When are you planning to announce her house?"

"Definitely not today," he spoke as adjusted his white button-up shirt. "Today is Frank and Alice's wedding. Nothing else will be told."

"Then what other date do you have in mind?"

"I'll find one, Minnie," James assured. He looked away from his reflection in the mirror and raised an eyebrow at the Heads of Hogwarts. "Now, why is this meeting transpiring in my room? Don't we already have a meeting room?"

"Because you didn't read our invite and some of us impatient," Christopher Evans crossed his arms.

"Oh, I read your invite. I simply ignored it because today is a day where we focus on a wedding, something that you know is rare for us spies," said James.

"And are you planning on making a speech?" Petunia Evans entered the room, a small knock on the door just to bring attention to her.

"Obviously," James rolled his eyes. "Seems mandatory."

"What are you? The priest?" Peter Pettigrew asked, following Petunia inside his mate's room. "An approver to all marriages?"

"No, it's just that they expect me to do these things and I do it to make them happy," James grabbed his blazer.

"So, you still taking my sister to the wedding?"

"Excuse me?" Christopher Evans asked, the first time hearing of such a thing.

Petunia Evans laughed.
"Oh, he didn't know. Good luck with Christopher Evans, Prongs. He just got his daughter back, you know?"

"I'm sure his other daughter could explain."

"What other daughter? Peter does Christopher Evans have two daughters?"

"I remember hearing he only had one," Peter followed his friend's play.

"Why is the first time I hear of this?"

"Where have you been, Dad?" Petunia started to smirk. "If I know you well, I don't think you'll like the fact little Falcon has grown up."

Christopher shut his eyes tightly, fearing the future already.

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𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟷𝟶:𝟺𝟶 𝚊.𝚖. I

Padlocks and restricted access seemed to mean less nowadays. Especially when James Potter opens your door and makes it up by telling you that you look pretty.

"Why not a bridesmaid dress?" he asked as an afterthought.

"Didn't you get the news?" she asked. He shook her head which made her continue. "Frank and Alice decided last minute yesterday that they do not want bridesmaids or groomsmen."

"Why am I the last to hear of this?" James asked as he took off his blazer. "I'm not wearing that anymore."

"Don't like the formal events?"

"I try to avoid them."

"Then why have I only caught you in fancy missions so far?" asked Lily. "Balls are much fancier than weddings."

"When they need you on the field, you have to be ready for the field."

He was smirking and she wondered if she'd rather punch or kiss it off his face. Maybe she ought to punch herself for even considering such a thing, she thought.