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“Wait, don’t forget that you have to make a wish before blowing the candles!” said Lily.
Sirius rolled his eyes, faking deep annoyance. “How can you stand her every single day, James?”
“I can’t” he answered with an amused grin.
“Prats.”
“Hey, don’t swear in front of my godson!”
It was Lily’s turn to roll her eyes, biting back a smile. “He’s three months old.”
“But he’s extremely clever, aren’t you?” said Sirius to Harry, that gurgled delighted from his father’s arms.
“I’m afraid flattery will get you nowhere, Padfoot” said James with fondness, bouncing Harry on his lap. Lily smiled smugly, wiggling her eyebrows at Sirius.
“Yeah, I’m sadly aware” he relented, closing his eyes and letting out a dramatic sigh. “I wish Lily won’t—“
“You can’t said it out loud!” she exclaimed, making James chuckle.
“— bother me with this ‘make a wish’ nonsense anymore” Sirius hurried to add, taking a deep breath and blowing all the candles in one try.
He looked at Lily with deep satisfaction, flashing her triumphant a grin, and he licked his lips when she smashed the cake on his face in retaliation.
They say wishes said out loud don’t come true.
They’re wrong.