
“Her name.. her name is Lily,” James stuttered, “like the flower. Beautiful, like the flower.” James didn’t seem to realise he’d said the last part of his sentence just a little louder than he’d intended.
“Yes, Prongs. We know. You mutter words - well, more like names - in your sleep, you know?” Sirius managed to say, before keeling over with laughter along side Remus and Peter.
“Thanks, Padfoot. Thanks for your support.” James murmured whilst running a hand through his untamed hair.
“We do actually know her name, James. When you’re in a class with her, I don’t think you realise you full-on stare at her. You zone out completely. You wrote her name instead of your own, once.”
“Wow, Moony. You really are too observant sometimes.” Sirius said, chuckling.
“Well, I know he doesn’t focus because he always needs to copy my essay instead of doing his own.”