For all the girls whose parents cursed them with a man's name.
"Now," says James, "is the winter of our disco tent."
On the comms, Sirius snorts.
Lily turns and levels a flat glare at her boyfriend. “Really. You’re a comedian now.” She waves a hand at him as he begins to answer. “No, Jesus, that wasn’t an invitation. Let’s hurry this up, we might be able to make it to dinner before they close if we’re done soon.”