The Marauders: Year Six #Wattys2017

My Favourite Part of Yoga

My Favourite Part of Yoga

Dear Evans,
Been thinking about the day we watched Doctor Who and how we snogged on the couch and I'm curious if, as a result, you'd think of sitting with me on the Express to Hogwarts, perhaps? I'm okay with it if you want to snog on the train, I think a bit of train snogging might pass the time on the long ride North in a more exciting way than playing about with Sirius and the lads might do and ---

That draft was in the trash, right along side another draft that read:

Evans -
I can't wait to kiss you more. We're going to Diagon Alley on Saturday and I was hoping perhaps we might see you there and I could maybe buy you ice cream at Fortescue's and perhaps snog a bit more? I mean, really, we owe it to the universe. When kissing is as good as it was for us the other day, I mean, c'mon. That was bloody incredible, yeah? Who are we to deny the universe witness to such fucking incredible snogging? Seriously, Evans, Zeus would strike us down for sure if we didn't continue on with --

The version that went out the window, tied about an owl's leg, was much simpler:

Evans,
Hope you're well. Dad's home from Mungo's, feeling much better than he was. Thanks for listening to me before. I appreciated it. We're going to Diagon Alley on Saturday. Perhaps we could meet there? I wouldn't mind seeing you again. Have you had the raspberry fizz ice cream at Fortescue's? I think of you each time I see it on the menu there. Perhaps you'll let me buy you a cup? It doesn't need to be raspberry, you can pick the flavor. Any flavor you like. Even a Knickerbocker Glory if you prefer that over a cup. Literally anything you want Evans. Let me know by owl. If not, I'll just look for you on the Hogwarts Express next week. Unless you don't want me to. Either way. Just let me know.
J. P.

Potter,
I've never had the raspberry fizz. I'd love to try it. Saturday, you say? See you at Fortescue's. Will Sirius and Remus be coming as well? Just curious. About one o'clock, perhaps? Unless you've made other plans. If you've made other plans, I'll see you on the Express. Either way. Just let me know, too.
Lily

Hullo Evans,
One o'clock sounds spectacular. Remus and Sirius have other plans. See you at Fortescue's.
James

See you at Fortescue's.
Lily.

Sirius stared at the letter.

James reached over the top of the parchment to point. "Look how she's signed it. Look at that L on Lily. How it's all loopy and flourished and the like??" James traced his finger over the loops. "What sort of L do you think it is? Do you reckon that's an I love you, I can't wait to see you again and snog your face off sort of L or do you think that's a I'll humor you because I get free ice cream and let you down gently in public so you can't cry about it sort of L?"

Sirius pushed the letter back into James's hand. "I think it's a you're fucking insane Potter sort of L. Stop over analyzing her bleedin' letter and just go to Fortescue's. If you snog, you snog. If not, at least you haven't got your hopes all up over nothing."

"But it's an especially curvy L, don't you agree?"

"She might've sneezed while making it, Prongs, you can't tell what a girl's thinking by how she flourishes her L. Girls are way too advanced for that rubbish." Sirius stretched, turning his torso - James had interrupted his yoga for this, and he clearly wasn't going away, so Sirius decided to just start doing his thing again before his muscles wound back up. "For instance, sometimes Remus makes a loop of the back of his R and sometimes it's a straight line. Does he do one when he's happy and one when he's sad? No. It's just sometimes his damn wrist does it one way and sometimes it doesn't. Simple as that."