James & Lily
James grabbed the drinks from the bar and carried them back towards where he'd left Lily, sat in one of the tables nestled in the corner. It was a good spot - private enough, but with a decent view of what was happening in the rest of the space, from the bar to the dance floor.
Looking around, James felt quite proud of the small amount of work he'd contributed to building the club during his week 'being' Kirley. Of course, a lot had been added since then. Now it was all polished wood, dim lighting and long shadows, and felt a million miles from the rest of the school. Just what they all needed, probably. It was still strangely satisfying, seeing how it had all come together. Perhaps James hadn't let go of the musician's memories quite as well as he'd thought...
"Your drink, Mrs Potter." He slid Lily's glass onto the table, followed by his own beer, then settled into the space beside his wife on the curvedĀ seat. James made himself comfortable on the worn leather, stretching his legs out under the table and slinging a casual arm along the back of the bench. "You see," he told her, grinning crookedly, "I still reckon we could have used something like this when we were af school."
It felt a bit surreal, being somewhere like this with Lily. Even if he knew it was still Hogwarts; sitting on their own in a dark corner of a crowded room... it almost could have been a proper date. The kind they hadn't had since Harry was born.