Nobody Likes Mornings {Open to all}

[Lily Evans]

"It's getting so bad," Lily whispered to herself, resisting the urge to close her eyes against the harsh words on the cover of The Daily Prophet. Another death, another family member lost. Was the woman a mother? A sister? What if it was a Muggle town that was attacked next? What if it was Lily's mother? Or... her sister. Lily shook her head, turning the page of the paper. She refused to think about that.

Quidditch scores, how boring. Lily wasn't really interested in Quidditch. Unless it was James. No, she refused to think like that. Just because he had matured and had been made Head Boy and actually let his hair fall so it looked... Lily shook her head again, knowing that she probably looked insane with the amount that she was shaking her head.

Lily reached out and grabbed her orange juice, taking a small sip as she turned the page again. Celebrity scandals. Scandalous headlines. That had never really interested her much. She wasn't sure why she still had her subscription to the newspaper. All it did was depress or bore her.

But, she knew she had to keep it. She wanted to join the resistance after Hogwarts and to do that she would have to stay informed, even if it meant going through the depressing news. She just hated that the news of death always had to ruin her appetite for her orange juice and toast.

[Sirius Black]

“Morning Evans!”

[/b] Sliding with ease into the empty space beside the red head, Sirius slipped a bare forearm beneath Lily’s and tugged the Prophet from her grip in one fluid motion. Looking as unkempt as ever, his hair ruffled and the sleeves of his creased shirt pushed roughly up to his biceps, he carelessly flipped back the page Lily had been reading moments ago and turned his eyes to the Quiddich scores, all the while pulling a plate towards him.

“Aw what, Cannons lost again, they might as well just disband altogether, Harpies are looking good though, I reckon they’ll go all the way to the final”.[/b] Talking more to himself then anyone and not having James there to gush about the sport with, he riffled forwards a few more pages before loosing interest and shifting his focus to the pile of nicely browned sausages which sat across the way from him, loaded his plate up with toast, hash browns, baked beans, bacon and a fried egg before topping it off with a few finely selected bangers.

“Where’s Prongsy Evans, you’ve not buried him in the Forbidden Forest yet have you?”[/b] He grinned before snatching up a knife and fork and tucking in. It was a joke between Peter and himself, about Lily possibly being one of those black widow women since it always seemed to be the quiet ones that did their husbands in and, having alerted James to this possibility a fair few times, had since decided that if she did end up murdering him, Sirius knew just the place to bury the body. They meant nothing by it really though, it was a harmless bit of banter, he quite liked Lily really; she was a live wire, well matched to James and considering she’d managed to tame a Marauder (Another joke between him and Peter) had earned herself the nickname Beast Master given that James himself was a sexy old beast.[/size][/blockquote]