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Char huffs quietly and reaches out to grab a slice of toast, though she starts twirling it in her fingers rather than taking a bite. “Oh I can just see that going perfectly, can’t you? Hey Sirius, how about that weather, by the way are we dating?” On the last word her toast drops onto the plate in front of her with a sad thud and she groans. No, asking him won’t do.
Neither will kissing him. “Lily. Do you understand how mortifying it would be if I kissed him and he doesn’t even like me? I still have to go to school with him.” A pause before she continues, tone sickly-sweet. “Can’t you talk to him for me? I can pay you with cola bottles.”
Lily’s lips quirk upwards in a smile at the thought, and she quickly covers her mouth with her hand. It won’t do to laugh at Char’s misfortune. At least ---- not until this is resolved one way or the other, and she’s reached the point of looking back on it as a hilarious misunderstanding.
“Me?” Lily asks, already raising her hands to ward off the request. She pushes her empty plate back, and swings her legs over the bench, hurrying to leave. “Absolutely not, Char. Not for all the cola bottles in the world. This is between you two! I’m not getting involved. James might, if you don’t mind that he’ll tell Sirius everything right away, but I won’t. Sorry.”
Her tone is firm as she slings her bag over her shoulder, half-hoping that Char won’t follow, and this conversation might be put off for a little while longer.











