"You probably never thought you'd hear me say it, but give 'em hell," Lily laughed, even though he knew how she felt about him being unnecessarily reckless. There was a certain amount of hell he could and should give, though, without putting himself into immediate danger. And it wasn't like she wanted him to sit tight in his four poster and do nothing at all. She would never ask that of him because she'd never be able to do that either. She just didn't like the idea of doing something just for the sake of doing something and consequently getting hurt, or worse. There would be lots of battles to fight and she did trust James' judgement when it came to choosing which ones to fight.
It was funny, really, how not upset she felt right now. Dealing with the Severus situation, and her sister's impending wedding that she wasn't a part of though she'd at least scored an invitation, this Muggleborn Registration Act, the changing government and not getting to go back to school, all of it weighted heavily on her but all she felt right now was good. She knew it was because of James. He made her so immensely happy that just being in his presence improved her mood tenfold. And she knew that no matter how long he was gone, the next time they saw each other after that, it would be just as amazing if not more so than every time she saw him now.
"I'll toss a quaffle," she grinned, biting her bottom lip as she dipped her chin and kissed him again. Pulling back, she added, "Maybe I'll even hit a bludger or catch a snitch. Will you teach me how?" She'd never been that interested in Quidditch before she'd started dating James. It was such an important part of him, though, that she wanted to know more about it now, wanted to love it even a fraction of the amount that James did. "I'll agree to cliff diving if you agree to helping me bake something and go with me to find a dress for Tuni's wedding." She hated shopping for clothes but figured it would be more fun with James there. She nuzzled against his neck, hands moving to his back beneath his shirt. There was no way her memory would forget even a detail of him.