
Part III
Remus
Sirius
James
Regulus
Hello
How'd you get this number?
James
How'd James get this number then?
If I knew, I'd tell you
What do you want?
I want you to move in with me. And James
Absolutely not.
Come on Reg!
No. It's not happening.
Look, just think about it? Please?
Sirius, he doesn't want me there. He said he does to make you happy.
Not true! Please? He wants what's best for you. So do I.
Fine.
Great. Come to the Gryffindor Common Room tonight at 8. Game night.
Siriusssssssss
Stop whining. It'll be fun. You'll get to know the gang!
Can I bring my friends?
Dorcas was already gonna come, so yeah bring Barty and Evan too.
Pandora?
Of course. See you!
Reluctantly.
At 7:58 exactly, Regulus is outside the Fat Lady portrait waiting to be let in. Barty and Evan are flirting behind him. Sorry, conversing as friends. Dorcas is giggling at her phone, probably texting Marlene. Suddenly, the painting swings open and a grinning, panting James Potter is on the other side. Fuck.
"You came!" James says, pulling Regulus into a hug. Regulus stays still until James pulls away, then smooths his uniform back into place.
"Of course I did," Regulus says, somehow breathing steadily as James fixes his crooked glasses and runs a hand through his dark hair.
"Come in, come in!" James steps out of the way, letting the Slytherins through. "Where's Pandora? Sirius said she was coming."
"She'll be here later," Dorcas answers.
"'Kay, any game ideas?"
"Spin the bottle!" Mary says from the (red) couch she was sitting on. Her feet were in Lily's lap, and the redhead was drawing shapes on Mary's exposed ankles and legs.