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Two and a Half Months Later---
The pavement in front of Fortescue's is cold, and the concrete stings Remus' bum a little. He scoots closer to Sirius next to him, bumping their knees together as he huddles for warmth.
It's December, and the four of them are eating ice cream outside with the money from the Serious Jar™️. If it weren't such a long-held tradition Florean the parlor's owner probably would've thought them insane.
Sirius barely notices Remus bumping him, preoccupied as he is by trying to save the Earl Grey & Lavender escaping his cone while also listening to James ramble about wedding preparations.
"Really though, me and Lils just wanted something simple, maybe even a backyard wedding - you know how I love 13 Going on 30 - but Mum's been doing everything she can to give us the opposite. At this point I wouldn't be surprised if the actual bleeding queen were to show up and tell us it was a little excessive."
"Well you know your mum, Prongs," Sirius replies, "Euphemia has been begging for a shaadi since you were born. I wouldn't be surprised if she started planning this wedding since you mentioned Lily in first year."
That gets a good laugh out of everyone. Remus enjoys seeing their breaths float out in the cold air.
Sirius elbows him. "Can I get a taste of your Raspberry & Chocolate?"
Remus considers it. "Hmm, no."
"And why ever not?"
"Why instead might I interest you in a taste of-"
They're interrupted by groaning. "Give it a rest, would you? The whole we-finally-confessed act is starting to get old now, don't you think?"
“Well we’re making up for lost time, Potter, now piss off!”
“How? I’m sitting right next to you both. This is supposed to be a Marauders activity, you know!”
James probably says more, but Remus stops listening, finding that pressing his cold lips to Sirius’ a much better use of his time.