Incognito

✑ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒.𝟏

𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚊'𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟾:𝟻𝟷 𝚙.𝚖. I

"Why are our parties always in Puma's room?" Remus Lupin inquired upon entry.

"Because I am the fun one out of you all," Marlene jiggled her shoulders. "Now, grab some wine, and let's have some fun!"

Everyone grabbed some wine except the one in the farthest corner. She sat on a chair all on her lonesome, until one snake decided to sit on the arm of her chair.

"You don't want some wine?"

"I don't feel like drinking," the redhead shook her head.

"Something wrong, darling?" Dorcas Meadows asked, leaning in as if there was going to be a secret between the two of them only.

"Not at all. Just... don't want to drink."

"But you will save me a dance, right?"

"If there is going to be a dance, then, of course, I'll save my favorite Slytherin gal a dance."

"Atta girl!"

"I'm obviously your favorite Gryffindor gal," Marlene came over, placing a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "And, as the hostess, I demand a dance with you."

The music started once more. Everyone started dancing with one another, like a family meeting where matters did not go haywire. Everything seemed nice, peaceful, for once and no one was objecting.

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜'𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟹 𝚊.𝚖. I

"You're tired," James practically dragged her into his room.

"No, I'm not. If I was, I'd be going to my room," she tried to convince him.

"Evans, for the twentieth time, this counts as your room."

"No, it does not." The redhead was convinced of that fact. "This place is yours. The door also states so."

James rolled his eyes. This has been, in fact, the twentieth time he tried to tell her that this room is not only his, but rather theirs. Unfortunately, even after twenty times, he was still unsuccessful. He was not sure if he would ever convince her, especially since she was stubborn as that.

The black sphynx cat came walking to the couple. He walked around one of the redhead's legs and kept walking until she gave in and grabbed him from off the floor.

"See, even Lumos agrees with me about this!" he exclaimed as if he had just hit a eureka moment.

"You and Lumos will have to make a more convincing act."

"More convincing than our love for you?" he inquired

"That's cheesy, James," her nose scrunched up. "Something like Shakespeare would say."

"Shakespeare would not say that. He has a specific way he would speak his words. A little... well, Shakespearean," he tried to explain as best as he could.

He took her hand and led her up to his room, one he was trying to make theirs. Even though his apartment expressed him and his emotions, James tried to let Lily have some freedom in decorating the place. There was a pineapple lamp on the bedside table. He was sure the redhead put it there to test his patience, but he was not going to give in that easily. He had a point to prove.

"You want me to prove to you that this place is also yours too?" he asked.

"Maybe just a little push," she suggested, putting down the cat. "They say it never hurts someone."

He shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"Evans, Evans, Evans. Can I get an estimate on when you'll finally get used to it?"

"Look who's being whiny," she rolled her eyes when he glared at her playfully. "A couple of years probably. Maybe forever."

"Forever?!"

"I'm just messing with you," the redhead flicked his nose. "Let's say... hmm... give me twenty-one days?"

"Twenty-one days," he promised with a nod. "Not one minute more."

This time, she flicked his forehead instead.

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜'𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖
𝟽:𝟶𝟿 𝚊.𝚖. I

The buzz of a text woke her from her sleep, but, to be honest, she was in a light sleep the entire night. She was waiting for something, just one little thing, to wake her up without her seeming crazy.

She reached over for her phone, the one closest to the pineapple lamp, and looked at the text from Minerva McGonagall. How did the woman get the redhead's phone number? Lily was sure, by now, that it must be written in her file.

Lily Serenity Evans looked over her shoulder to the man sleeping beside her, his arms wrapped around her waist. Even though her middle name meant peaceful, he was the one looking serene, as if all the terrible things appear when he's awake.
She pushed back his hair and kissed his forehead. His grip tightened when she tried to rise.

"It looks like I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep," she giggled.

"What are you doing up early?"

"Oh, really, Mr. I Own The Damn Place? That's hypocrisy."

"Something up?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

"McGonagall wants me."

That opened her eyes.
"Minnie? What does she want?"

"I don't know."

"Report back when you're done?"

"Sure, love."
She stood up.

"Wait, how did she get your number?"

"By now, I'm convinced it's written in my file. You know, with my blood type and all of that?"

"Phone numbers aren't a part of it. If we get encrypted, there cannot be a form of contact."

"What is the protocol for encryption?" she asked, ready and tying her hair while he still was in bed.

"Hide until a different news arrives or fight to the death."

"Delightful."

"Yeah."

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𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎
𝟽:𝟹𝟸 𝚊.𝚖. I

"Alice?" Lily hugged the brunette. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm wondering the same thing about you, but I got a text from Minnie."

"Same."

"What are they up to?" Alice's smile started falling down slowly.

"We can only know if we pass the door," Lily shrugged, and so they did just that.

"Tea, dears?" Minerva McGonagall greeted them.

"I'd rather know why we're here and get going. I need to teach the little ones the beginner programming class."

"It would be best if you just spit it out then let us drag it out of you," Molly Weasley advised.

"What does that mean?"

"If we knew what was going on, then we might," Lily spoke.

"We know about the pregnancies."

"Pregnancies-" Alice looks at Lily. "Pregnant?! Who?"

"You're pregnant?" Lily's eyebrows rose.

Lily didn't get an answer because Alice Longbottom was dragged to have a test because she didn't think she is pregnant. She even denied it, but the results of the multiple tests said otherwise.

"Well, holy shit."

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