Lily Evans had never gotten detention. Ever. So when Professor McGonagall had pointed at her and snapped the fateful words, “Detention, Ms. Evans. Saturday evening”, she’d wanted to cry. But she hadn’t. Instead, she’d glared at James Potter— it had been his fault anyways, bewitching her quill to do that… thing— and marked down in her calender that she now had plans on Saturday night.
When she’d shown up, she did not expect to see Remus Lupin, hands innocently crossed on the table he was seated at, across the room from McGonagall, who appeared deeply enthralled in grading papers.
"Lily!" he seemed just as surprised as she felt.
"What are you doing here?" she voiced her bewilderment as she sat down across from him, resting her chin on her hand.
"I could ask you the same," Remus pointed out.
Lily sighed, “To be perfectly honest, I’m not entirely sure.”
"I’m afraid I’m going to have to say the same."
"You’re friend’s fault, I suppose."
"Again. The same."
"They’re very crafty, aren’t they?"
"Indeed they are."Lily and Remus' friendship → requested by yourlifecoxswain