Houses Competition: Year 2, Round 8
Prompt: [Speech]: "What do you mean you 'got married'? When? How? Why?"
Word Count: 509
Ten Hours of Radio Silence Later
Sirius Black was usually a quite an easy going kind of fellow. There was not a lot that could worry him, and among the few things that could, was the disappearance of two of his best friends.
They'd been missing for a full ten hours and admittedly, while that may not seem like much, neither James nor Lily had gone so long without communicating with him. This ranged from letters and chocolates, to the occasional Muggle stuff that Lily thought might interest him (Sirius's favourite had been the ballpoint pen; those things were so much better than the darned quills, with their built-in ink.)
It was a habit that had developed before his mother had kicked him out, a way to ensure that Sirius wouldn't lose his mind while at Grimmauld Place. The continuous communication became a second nature, even though Sirius was now welcomed at the Potters' and practically lived there, shuffling between there and the little house Uncle Alpahard had left him.
And so after ten hours of radio silence, Sirius was pacing the kitchen of that little cottage, while Lupin looked on at him with amusement.
"Padfoot, calm down. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation and-"
He stopped short and raised both his hands in a gesture of peace as Sirius shot him an angry glare over his shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something, when the chimney suddenly came to life and green flames shot out of it.
Seconds later, James stumbled out of the chimney, grinning despite the soot that covered him head to toe.
"Padfoot, you really should consider getting this darned chimney clean," he said lazily, taking his glasses off.
"Prongs! Where the hell have you been?"
James didn't respond, instead he cleared his throat and casually put his glasses back on. He dusted his robes off, making Sirius narrow his gaze as he recognised the guarded look on James's face.
"What did you do?"
"If you'll wait for just a moment…" said James slowly, eyes sparkling with laughter.
No sooner had he said this, emerald flames shot out of the fireplace again and coughing, Lily stepped out, more elegantly than James had.
"Oh, hullo. Is everyone here?" she asked, walking to James and winding an arm around his waist.
"Well, Wormtail couldn't make it. He's busy, apparently," said Sirius dismissively. "Now, what's going on."
"We got married," said James, smiling brightly and Lily giggled, leaning into his side.
"What do you mean you 'got married'? When? How? Why?" asked Sirius incredulously. "I mean, I know why, of course. And now that I think about it, the how part of it is obvious, too. You just told me when so I suppose that leaves me with what do you mean you got married!?"
"We were in the church this morning and it was so beautiful… and it felt just right…" started Lily, an obviously rehearsed speech, carefully crafted with the hopes of calming an outraged friend.
It worked when she said they'd have a proper ceremony later, with the families present.