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As had been agreed upon, Lily was cooking dinner for Sirius and Harry. She spent the better part of the afternoon in the kitchens, grilling steaks, making jacket potatoes, and putting together a veg, onion, and cheese pie. A large lettuce and tomato salad completed the meal, along with a plate of brown rolls.

She'd warded off a corner of the Great Hall, having had the house-elves set up a small table and helping her carry up all the food, so that only Harry and Sirius could find her. Now she just waited for them to show up, sipping slowly at some wine and, of course, absorbed in a book. She'd dressed up a bit - a soft, blue sweater and a grey skirt - and her legs were crossed, foot jiggling a little nervously in her heels as she read. It was the first time she'd cooked for her son, really, and she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious that everything be just so.

Also, of course, she was wondering if Sirius was actually going to bring dessert. Lily would bet her last Knut that he'd either forgotten or just elected not to and would come bounding up with his trademark puppy dog eyes and some teasing remark. Just as well - she'd asked the elves to keep some chocolate crepes on hand as a backup. Turning the page, Lily chewed her lower lip slightly and tried not to look as if her stomach had butterflies over a dinner with her best mate and her son.