mid-1978
Fia grinned at Reg, not bothering to hide her sharpened fangs, and giggled as he began to speak. He giggled back, pushing her slightly, and, being drunk as she was, she stumbled back from sitting to basically laying on the floor. That just made her giggle more. Regulus helped her up, and he continued speaking.
“No, but, what if we did it?” He asks her.
She giggles again, taking a swig from the bottle before replying, “Do what?”
“Get married.” He states. Her eyes widen.
“Like Lily and James?” She asks, a shocked expression on her delicate features.
“Like Lily and James, yes.” He replies.
She puts the bottle down then, and lays backs. He follows suit. The cold tile floor is hard beneath their backs, but they feel as comfortable as if they laid on a bed of feathers.
She moves a little closer. He does the same. She kisses him fleetingly before replying,
“Yes.”
“Yes?” He replies with a hopeful tone.
“Yes, yes, I’ll marry you.” She grins wide, kissing him deeper this time.