A drunk James in the form of a deer might've been the hardest she's laughed in a long time, and that's truly saying something, considering she all but lives with James and Sirius. After laughing so hard she'd begun to cry (nearly peed herself, honestly), she'd sat down beside his miserable furry body and patted his rump in some attempt to offer comfort while Sirius took photos.

With that fiasco far enough behind them, peace returns to the Potter house. It's a lazy Sunday morning, the sort where sleeping in is necessary to recover from weekly and nightly festivities. (That would be drinking and the like, as Lily refuses to ever do anything sexy with James when Sirius is there, thank you very much.) Sirius stayed the night, and as Sirius is prone to do, he'd turned into a dog, ducked under the comforter, and wiggled between both she and James just as they'd begun to settle for sleep. At least initially, she'd rolled over and begun spooning the massive dog, absently rubbing his belly as she dozed off.

Now, however, they'd all drifted apart in bed, her curled with her back to both James and Sirius, and her head hidden under her pillow to shield her from the sunlight. Perhaps as a defensive mechanism from many instances prior, she avoids using the blanket to shield her face. There's no telling what smells may be lurking beneath the covers...

"Srs, stoppppp," she groans when an all too familiar twitching tugs her closer to consciousness.