Truth be told, Lily wasn't exactly relishing in not being legally married anymore either. Sure, in her mind she and James had been married since last year, were still married now, and would remain married no matter what idiotic laws the Ministry passed that said otherwise. But no matter how much she cast it off, that law was still written down in the book, in ink and stamped with the Wizengamot's seal of approval, and if you asked anyone in Great Britain, they were going to tell you that, no, in fact there were no such people as 'the Potters.' It was James Potter and Lily Evans because lowly Muggleborns just couldn't sully tradition like that.
It pissed her off. It pissed her off more than anything that they had done up until this point--and she wasn't going to say a damn thing about it. She was going to grin and lie and be outwardly okay, because Lily knew that it was doing James no favors if she got upset, and that it was getting them nowhere either. The best thing she could do was smirk as he addressed her as 'Evans'--well, okay, so he'd called her that when they were married too--and take a long drink of champagne.
Setting her empty glass down on the table, Lily leaned forward to brush her lips against James' ear, and smiled wickedly. "Oh, I don't know. I'm quite a screamer."
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