Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
Saturday 23rd December 1978
“Jesus Christ.” Remus grumbled, opening his sticky eyes.
He fumbled on the bedside for his glass of water, and found it empty. “Aguamenti,” he rasped, his wand hand shaking.
The glass filled with water, and he gulped it down greedily. He rolled onto his back, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes, hoping to mitigate the headache threatening to start gnawing on his brain. He turned his head slightly and addressed the lump under the duvet,
“You awake?”
There was a sort of a shudder and a grunt. Remus tutted. It was too hot in the bedroom, even for December. He got up and went to the window to crack it open. He pressed his forehead against the cold glass and let the cold air wash over his hot skin.
They’d been out at the Leaky Cauldron the night before - pre-Christmas drinks. The marauders and Lily would be spending Christmas itself at the Potters, but everyone who was working had finished for the year, and Mary had suggested blowing off some steam away from the older members of the Order of the Phoenix, for once.
As with most of Mary’s ideas, it was brilliant fun. Marlene came, and brought Yaz, who was visiting the McKinnons because her family didn’t do Christmas anyway. Frank and Alice popped by to say hello, and Sirius and James insisted on getting in every other round.
After last orders, those still standing had piled into a taxi back to Remus and Sirius’s flat, where they may not have had any milk or bread in, but the bar was always fully stocked.
Everything had been a bit of a blur, after that. Remus had a horrible feeling that he and Lily had started singing muggle Christmas Carols at some point.
He groaned loudly, “Why did you let me drink so much?!”
“Oi, don’t blame me!” Lily suddenly appeared, her fluffy red hair sticking up like a dandelion as she emerged from under the duvet.
Remus jumped, whirling around. He wrapped his arms protectively around himself,
“Fucking hell, Evans, what are you doing here?!”
“Couldn’t get James to leave,” she yawned, “And I wasn’t going to sleep on the couch, they started building a fort.”
“This is the second time you’ve shown up in my bedroom unannounced, Evans, people will talk.” Remus searched for a t-shirt.
“Second time I’ve caught you in your pants too,” she laughed, “Oh get back in, you big jessy, it's still early.”
He did, but only because the room was cold now, and he didn’t fancy finding out what James and Sirius had done to the living room. T-shirt on, he crawled back under the duvet, and Lily wrapped her arms around his waist, her long hair tickling under his chin, like Sirius’s did. He stroked her shoulder. She was so nice and small.
“D’you reckon if I’d agreed to go out with you in fourth year this is what our life would be like?” He asked, conversationally.
“Oh god,” she groaned, covering her eyes with her fingers, “Do you have to remind me?!”
