James groggily swiped at his eyes, wishing for the dark circles underneath them to go away. He ruffled the back of his hair with his hand, fixed his glasses, tugged at his white dress shirt, light blue tie, black dress pants, and sighed.
There was no going back.
"Prongs." The nickname James had adorned for so long came from his best mate's mouth, spoken with hesitation and slight desperation as he walked into his room. "Are…are you sure you want to go through with this?"
James studied his appearance in the mirror in front of him. He looked tired, he thought with a sort of humor; tired, and broken. Because that's what he was, really.
"I need to fix this." He muttered, and Sirius nodded slowly in understanding before clearing his throat.
"So when are we leaving?" James whipped his head around to face his friend.
"What?" It was only then that he noticed that he, too, was wearing a suit – grey, with a navy tie hanging from his neck, and a smirk on his face.
"She invited me too, you know." Sirius raised his hand to look at his wrist watch, and then clicked his tongue. "Come on, we've gotta go pick up Moony and Wormtail before we head over there." When James just stared blankly back at his friend, Sirius raised an eyebrow at him. "Oi, think your three best mates are going to let you go through with this alone?"
James smiled in appreciation, walked over to his friend, and clamped a hand on his back. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. We've still got a long way to go."
And together, they walked from James' room and into the main foyer, where a bowl of floo powder was waiting for them next to a fireplace. James stuck his hand into it, scooped out the dusty substance, stepped into the fireplace, and yelled, "Remus' house!"
A second later (it might have been an eternity, for since he had woken up this morning, James' sense of time was off, along with everything else that was off with him), he arrived at the house (a simple and cozy house that always had the aroma of sweets coming from somewhere in it), and another second later, Sirius was stepping out beside him.
They walked down one of the hallways and took a left, only to see Remus fidgeting in front of the small mirror in his room.
"Moony, looking sharp." Said Sirius, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Perhaps one of Lily's cousins will come onto you."
"Oh, hush up, Padfoot." Remus retorted, pulling at his bowtie and khaki pants. "Wormtail, you ready?"
"You bet." The fourth boy proclaimed, hopping off his friend's bed and smoothing out his own dress shirt and pants. "I'm actually pretty excited for this."
The three other Marauders all gave him a pointed look simultaneously, although James' was more of a glare than anything else. Peter chuckled nervously. "Sorry, Prongs."
"Speaking of, how're you holding up?" Remus asked as he ushered them all out of the room, closing the door shut behind him.
James shrugged as they exited the house and stepped into the warm, spring sunlight. "I've reckon I've been better."
"You reckon you've been better? Yeah, right. I caught him trying to sneak a vile of Firewhiskey in his pocket."
"Ah, that bad, huh?"
"Hey," James said in defense, running a hand through his hair. "You would be too if you were in my position."
Remus walked over to the driveway, unlocked the door to the car resting there, and said, "Voila. Hop in."
Sirius scrambled with Peter to get the shotgun seat while James just apathetically settled in the back. He had other things to worry about.
A short car ride later (or was it a long one?), they had arrived at the designated place, and James stared up at the building just outside his window hopelessly.
"Go on, Prongs." Sirius finally said, breaking the suddenly solemn silence that surrounded them. "You can do this."
There was no going back.
"I might've missed my chance…" James murmured slowly, his fingertips gently brushing over the transparent glass beside him. "But I've still got to try." With a bidding, "wish me luck", he slipped out of the car and walked up to the structure.
The building was tall, and white, and looked pure, as it should have. James wondered silently if his next action would disrupt the beauty that was surely going on inside it, and then wondered if it was really worth it, the answer which was an obvious, of course it was worth it. She was worth it.
He reached for the doors of the church and pushed them open.
A/N There we go, the prologue to my new story "How to fall in love in 97 days." We'll see where it takes off from here.
It isn't going to be this serious throughout the whole thing. It will be a lot more light-hearted and fun, actually, and I'll try my best at adding humor, but for now, this is all I'm going to give you. And yeah, I know it's short, haha, sorry.
I haven't decided if this is going to be Lily centered or James centered yet, so for now, it'll be a combination, and I think I'm going to stick with that.
Song inspiration: The Joker - The Coronas