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you weren't thinking and i was just drinking
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FIVE MONTHS LATER
Celeste was especially distracted today.
She sat lounged across Sirius' leather couch as though it was the most lavish throne in the world, her legs crossed and her silk black dress splayed all around. It was like a part of the night sky had been stolen and spilled all over her. Pearl and diamond cuffs adorned her thin wrists, and in her hand held a crystal flute of champagne.
Cheerful muggle holiday music played from Sirius' record player as James and Lily danced in the center of the living room. Celeste watched as they held each other close, their eyes closed and their bodies gently swaying in sync. She smiled at the scene.
Marlene groaned, waving her hand at Celeste. The blonde stood on a high ladder, hanging colourful lights and garlands around the room. "Celeste, you need to help me. I don't understand any of this."
Grimacing, Celeste shook her head. "I don't either. I've been at it since this morning. Clearly I should be a professional decorator." She gestured to the Christmas tree, where strings of lights and ribbons dangled in heaps through the branches. The golden star sat crooked at the top, enthusiastically pulsing with shining light. A shattered ornament still lay at the foot of the tree.
Lily opened her eyes and sighed. "James, I need to help the girls."
Shooting Celeste a withering look for interrupting their moment, James sighed. "Alright. Just please don't make me help."
But the decorating wasn't why Celeste was distracted.
The week before, Evan had asked for an heir.
The very word had sent Celeste over the edge, and she had locked herself in her room for days, curled up at the foot of her bed in a shaking and sobbing mess. When Sirius had asked everyone to come over, she had composed herself and gotten drunk on champagne.
"Here they are!" Celeste exclaimed as Alice and Frank entered the room. "My favourite newlyweds!"
Alice laughed and moved to join Celeste on the couch. She shooed Frank away, and snuggled up with Celeste. "How's my favourite drunk?"
Celeste scrunched up her nose, examining her drink. "I'm not that drunk. Here! Have some wine. It'll make you feel better."
Alice took the bottle that Celeste had brandished in her face. "Better? I'm not sad right now."
Uncorking the bottle with her wand, Celeste rolled her eyes. "I think people can always feel better. It's also a very delicious idea, don't you think?"
Alice hesitated, but very gently, she took Celeste's champagne away from her. "I will get drunk with you, on one condition."
