Moving Day

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[Saturday morning comes quickly. Sirius had spoken to Mrs. Peterson the night before and he's been moving about the room packing while he waits for Lily. His seven compartment trunk with expanded space inside is more than large enough to carry all of his things without triggering any magical regulations in a Muggle household.]

[He'd given Lily

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[Lily arrives at Sirius' place under the impression that she'll surprise him with her being early. She looks at the slip of paper with his address one more time, double checking that she has the right place, before pressing her finger firmly against the doorbell.

She quickly straightens out her dress and pats down her hair. If Mrs Peterson was home, she'd like to make sure there was little ammo in her arsenal. Comments about her appearance were strictly Tuney's territory.]

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[Sirius is half-way down the stairs between the first floor and second when Mrs. Peterson opens the door, and he stops to watch.]

[The older woman purses her lips when she sees Lily on the doorstep.] You must be Lily. [Her voice is far from kind.] Come in then.

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[Lily feels like a First Year when Mrs Peterson opens the door. She feels completely out of her element, just like the moment where she first stepped onto the Hogwarts' grounds. Quietly] Er, thanks.

[She walks in and looks around, waiting for Mrs Peterson. She's unsure of what to do in this situation, so she does what her mother's always told her - be polite.] It's nice to meet you, Mrs Peterson. Sirius has told me a lot about you. [She smiles, though, on the inside, she's disagreeing with her words. She's never felt this unsure before. Where'd my Gryffindor bravery go?]

*giggles* Don't mind Mrs. Peterson!

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Well he has told me nothing of you until last night when he announced he was moving in with you. [She frowns deeply and looks at Lily intently.] I warned him that living with a strumpet before marriage was a bad idea, but he would hear none of it. Whatever spell you put him under has him blind to your filthy ginger ways.

[Sirius makes a face at the back of Mrs. Peterson's head.]

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[Lily glares at him, covering her cheeks with her hands. Though, she's smiling.] Leave my cheeks alone, you dog! [She laughs at that.] And my hair is not tomato red, either!

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[If he can't get her cheeks, he'll tickle her instead.] But you are red! Look at you!

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[Lily jumps away from him.] The only part of me that is red is my hair. My face is fine. [She gives him a look, assessing his face. Teasing] Your face, on the other hand ...

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Your ears are red, too! [Grins gleefully.]