James mumbled a quick spell, closing the door behind them with a quiet slam. "Bree is the little girl that lives with Lily and me. She's a teenager. And she's kind of... all of ours. We're all her uncles." He pushed Padfoot back, but stumbled backwards. The way they were going, they'd either end up on tangled on the floor or flopping on the couch. "I'm not taking cooking classes. I can't fucking cook, you know that." Unless Sirius was from some weird alternate universe in which everything was very similar, save for the fact that James could cook. It spoke a lot to the fact that James had been here too long that this possibility came to him.
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