May the fourth be with you.
Lily straightened her pinafore and cleared her throat. "I have something to tell you."
James narrowed his eyes at his sister. "Are you up the duff?"
Lily glowered at him. "I thought you'd have a better view of me than that," she said coldly.
"What's this thing you need to tell me?"
She took a deep breath in. "I have a boyfriend."
James paused. "Oh?" he said, raising a slender eyebrow. "And who might said boyfriend be?"
"He's this guy," she began, but James held up a hand.
"Is he a Hufflepuff? If he's a Hufflepuff, ditch him. He won't be worth it when it comes to the bedroom."
"James!" Lily said reproachfully. She stopped to smirk. "Do you have experience of this?"
James winked in answer to her torment. "So, is he a Puffle?"
"No," she replied. "He's... a Slytherin."
"A Slytherin?" James's eyebrows were steadily climbing his forehead. "As in, a green clad, snarky mouthed bastard?"
"As in a green clad, handsome gentleman." She sniffed indignantly. "He's a seventh year."
"A seventh year?" His voice had risen an octave.
"Yes, I'm sixteen, and he's eighteen. It's not an enormous difference."
"Uh, yes it is!" James said with a laugh that wasn't in the slightest bit humorous. "When you're twenty, he'll be..."
"What about when you're seventy eight?"
"David Tennant's about twenty years older than Georgia Moffett, and they have a baby," Lily argued.
"Okay," James snapped. "You win."
"Thank you," Lily said. She waited a moment. "It's Scorpius Malfoy."
"Scorpius Malfoy?" James's jaw and virtually unattached itself from the rest of his face. "As in Scorpius Malfoy who almost got me expelled?"
"You mean Scorpius Malfoy who you put in hospital and causing you to receive suspension as your punishment. And yes, that would be the one." She stood, waiting expectantly.
James somehow managed to sweep up his jaw, and threw a nonchalant shrug. "Sure. Whatever. It's up to you who you fuck, really." He smiled, though it looked a bit tense. "Nice one, Lil."
Lily said nothing, waiting for James to get angry.
"Have you, uh, told Albus the good news yet? Because, uh, I don't think he'd be too happy. And neither am I." He nodded, as if to enforce the point. "You should stop seeing him. He's good-for-nothing Slytherin scum. You'd be better off with an emaciated Hufflepuff, if I'm honest."
"Oh, lay off, James," snapped Lily. "You're acting like this is some heinous crime when it's not. I have a boyfriend. It doesn't mean you're inclined to approve or spend time with him, or that it's obligatory for you to like him. I just wanted you to know I had him, before you forced me off to some rich barrister and my life turns into a Shakespearean tragedy. So now you know. And I don't care what you think, because you can't change my mind about anything. It's not like he and Al even have a problem anymore; they were thirteen."
James sat there, and raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"
"That's all," Lily said, feeling a little flustered after her tangent.
James nodded, as if thinking, although Lily knew her hot-headed brother too well to know this was anything but the case.
"I'm going to go," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, do that," James nodded.
She turned to leave the room, but paused at the door. "But for the record, of all the trollops you've brought home in the past, I've never dictated to you what you should do. Don't think that grants you the power to do that to me."
She shut the door behind her, hearing something thud against the wood behind her head.
It was at times like this she hated her brother.
I didn't intend it to be angsty, I swear, but it just managed to get like that. My bad. :)