“Sirius” says Evans, whipping away a tear, “It’s hard to be a bad boy when you’re lovely. And you’re lovely, which makes you not a bad boy.” Nobody has ever called you lovely in your entire life, and she’s grinning from where she’s lying across James’s legs and you kind-of love her. Not like that obviously, but you do all the same, in the same way you love James, or Remus or Pete. She’s made it onto your list and you wouldn’t give her both kidneys, but maybe one and a bit of bone marrow, or some shit. If she really needed it. You take a drink from the bottle you’ve just nicked off Remus.