"It would be so unfortunate if I were some anonymous fourth year, Professor."
Lily took her attention away from the punch table and turned to regard her husband--thing; yes, he was now her 'husband thing'--from behind her
mask. She had told him that she wasn't going to come to the ball with him (and had completely meant it), so provided, she hadn't seen what he had planned on wearing and didn't technically know if it was James---except that she did. There was no one else in the world whose idiotically waggling eyebrows she could feel from under a mask.
Well, and no one else that would proposition her for sex so blatantly. She hoped.
"I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall if you keep saying things like that. It's not right, Professor."
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