Snow Cherubs & Delayed Deer ⛄️ 🦌
Jily fic Summary:
If you are looking for seasonal vibes: Pining idiots, snowflakes, a hungover stag, posh purebloods, non-existent snowball fights, Black Family vocab...
Inspired by this video of Prongs (in reindeer form but ignore that!!) chasing a train
🎄Start of Christmas Holidays 6th Year🎄
“Ah,” a pause. “How do you do, Evans?”
Sirius Black looked momentarily surprised to see her in their compartment (their personal flipping compartment), along with the other marauders. But his Black Family training had kicked in automatically. Polite stand-offishness.
“Remus and I were on our way back from patrolling this half of the train, so I stopped here for a chat,” Lily said, staring up at him, not even vaguely intimidated. “What happened?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he said with an evasive grin, which was clearly a big, huge lie.
Remus was looking at him sceptically and Sirius cleared his throat.
“Er, Prongs said to tell you lot he’s been… unavoidably… delayed.” He brushed snow off his school jumper and stamped more snow off his shoes, before shaking his wet hair vigorously.
“Arhh! Youh hoaking we, you wankah!” Peter kicked him in the shin.
“Can’t be helped, we were dealing with… important matters.” Sirius smiled at Peter and stole his last ginger biscuit.
“Matters?” Remus repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“Matters.” Sirius glanced from Remus to Lily in silent warning.
“Slytherin matters, of the mini Death Eater variety?” Remus obviously hadn’t gotten the memo.
Sirius’ grin defaulted to the I shall kill you later variety. Remus stared back. He obviously had received the memo, loud and clear, but had chosen to ignore it.
“Not again,” she said, sticking her legs up on the seat in front of her.
Sirius looked at his seat and then at her. She raised her right eyebrow.
“Did I say anything?” he remarked.
“Gods, I wish I could do that with my eyebrows,” Peter sighed despondently.
Sirius shook his head once more, liberally spraying them with slush. Lily looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“What?” He bit into the biscuit.
“Reminds me,” she said. “Of a dog.”
Remus stuck his head inside the newspaper he was reading.
“Really?” Sirius said, blinking innocently.
“The big black one that’s been hanging around the grounds, cute thing,” Lily added, narrowing her eyes. “His eyes are an unusual shade, silver, very similar to yours.”
Peter choked on his own biscuit.
“Oh, the attractive dog? The really popular one, with the sleek —“
But Lily wasn’t paying Sirius any attention.
“What in heaven’s name is that?” she said.
“Could I interest you in a caldron cake?” Peter shoved a box in her direction.
“Remus, why is there a ruddy big stag running after the Hogwarts Express?”
“There, can’t miss it,” she said, pointing out of the window.
There was indeed an ample stag, trotting after them at an increasingly frantic pace.
“What in God’s name is it doing?” she said, staring wide-eyed at him. “It looks almost as if…”
“Almost as if he’s late and missed the last train home for the holidays?” Remus mused from behind The Prophet.
Peter laughed, a touch hysterically, she thought - muttering something about worst secret keepers ever.
