Written For: lily100
Lily brought James home one summer, when she was sixteen.
“Good afternoon, don’t suppose you’d care for a spot of tea?” Because she really needed a cup, or six.
“You must be Petunia?” Sirius had just arrived. He addressed her like she was some sort of sea cucumber.
Yeah, I bet it did... I wrote a really short fic... in a fit of angst and it was actually pretty good... to restrain myself to a really small amount of words and see what I could do with it.
It was good. You worked it out well.