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Any other time she might have thought too hard on her hand in Remusâ as he helped her up. Of course anyone else and she might have fixed them with a glare before helping herself up. But at that time all she could think about was the bright orange Camero that had just pulled up with James Potter behind the wheel. She sputtered at his off-handed comment about it not being that hard. Her hands tightened into fists so she wouldnât march over there and shake him by his ridiculous lime green shirt. Though she did have the passing thought of punching him in his smug face with one of those fists. Of course James Potter wouldnât find it hard. Lily still didnât understand the how of it all. It was hard enough wrapping her mind around the fact that someone their age could just go out and buy a car like it was nothing. But there was all the muggle things that went with it that she wouldnât have thought James even knew about let alone knew how to go about it all.Â
The blokes, as they all tend to do, forgot she existed now that there was a car to peer at. At least in Remusâ case he would actually understand what he was looking at. She doubted the same could be said for the other two. Lily tried to get over her temper flare up as she watched Sirius eye the car like he was about to jump into it and take off when Remus said how fast it could go. His whole body seemed to vibrate at the thought. While Sirius was having some sort of weird experience thinking about all that speed Remus was clearly not impressed by the car. âHas he bought a death trap for us to ride around in?â As garish as the car was, and an actual embarrassment if she was seen in it by any muggles she knew because it went against all her principles, a car was much better than walking. Especially in the heat. The problem was Lily wasnât sure five minutes of comfort was worth dying in some fiery crash and having James Potterâs lime green polo be the last thing she saw.Â
âNow that we got Mooney with us, we should see how fast she can go,â Sirius told them, eyes still gleaming.Â
âWhy is it a she? How come cars are always girls? Next youâll be telling me you named it Sharon or something.â This time Lily did roll her eyes. Blokes around cars were the worst sort of blokes.Â
Jamesâs brow furrowed for just a moment when he saw Lily take Remusâs hand to stand up; Godric, he hoped whatever was happening there didnât result in Remus getting hurt, but he was too excited about the car -- and the adventure it was going to lead them to -- to linger on that too long. Though he supposed he should have counted on Evans not to be nearly as excited as she should have been given heâd just shown up with a means of transportation for the lot of them that wasnât bikes. Rather than wait for her to explain precisely how heâd managed to offend her in saying the simple fact it had not been hard to get ahold of the car or figure out how to drive it -- because it hadnât! -- he instead moved to where Sirius and Remus were now looking into the hood of the car, hovering anxiously over Remusâs shoulder and grinning when his mate more or less said the car would run with a lot of work. Just like him, but James kept the thought to himself.Â
Instead he frowned at Evansâs remark. âI have not!â He answered, offended. âIt might stop on us, but itâs not going to explode.â James paused, glancing at Remus who had now closed the hood and was wiping dust from his hands. â...Right, Mooney.â
âRight,â the other confirmed. âBut Iâd say itâs definitely going to stop on us, thereâs no might about it. We should stop at the shop and pick up some tools to keep in the trunk.â James beamed, clapping his mate on the back. âGood man, Remus, always thinking of solutions!â Heâd known the car couldnât pose any problem Remus wouldnât have a solution to.Â
As for Sirius, though, James fixed him with a sharp glance. James knew that glint in the otherâs eyes, and there was no way he was letting the other behind the wheel of his car. That apparently should not be called a she or named Sharon? James looked at Evans, curious. âWhatâs wrong with a car being a girl?â Instantly he regretted asking, and so he quickly added, âAnd Iâll have you know itâs not called Sharon. Itâs the Pig,â he told Evans and Remus proudly. âPig of a car is what the salesman called it.â










