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James and Sirius, for today an accountant and a dentist, respectively, put the finishing touches on the Haunted Mansion (they had started the night before, and upon finding that in the morning their changes were still there, they had been quite pleased and finished up). Now that the room where the ceiling rose was magicked so that everyone would fit in it and still have plenty of space to move. On top of that, they had magically rewired the loudspeakers to the room, put up some spooky decorations, and even completed it with fake, scary looking ghosts (they had both been quite disappointed in the morning to discover that some of their ruder decorations, including hot, naked ghosts, were removed).

Then, James began to write the letters, and started some music.

Crowley,

We're throwing a party at the Haunted Mansion. Do you think you could provide refreshments? Feel free to come as well.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

Then, identical letters were sent out to everyone in the park.

Hey,

There will be a Halloween party at the Haunted Mansion in New Orlean's Square. Come around and have a great time. Also, if you have drinks or food that you want to bring to share, feel free.

- James Potter and Sirius Black

On the bottom of the paper, there's a witch flying on a broom, actually moving around on the paper.

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James frowned. Sirius really was taking this hard, and with good reason. James would have been taking all of this a lot harder if he hadn't had over a year to adjust to the idea that he was going to die, and more than that, Sirius had to spend so much time in Azkaban...

"Sirius, we're leaving," he said, and he grabbed on to Sirius tightly. Silently, the two of them disappeared, reappearing in Sirius' place."

Sirius didn't protest. When James apparated him, he felt as though he might be sick, but he clung on tightly to James and was all right. When they reappeared, he sunk to the floor onto his knees, and buried his face in his best friend's robes.

James sunk with him, and wrapped his arms around Sirius. Even if he did throw up, James could clean it up easily enough. He didn't really know what to say - there really was nothing to say...

Sirius leaned into the embrace gratefully, wrapping his arms around James and holding him tightly in return. There wasn't anything James could say, that much was true, but at least James was here at all, and part of Sirius could believe that maybe this time James would remain with him. Even if Remus was gone, that was something at least.

He gave James a small smile, and kissed him on the cheek.

James started a little bit. As it tended not to come up very often, he had managed to not think about Sirius being gay too much, but the kiss, even if it was only on the cheek, reminded him. Still, Sirius was his best friend, and he couldn't allow him feeling a little awkward stop him from being there for his friend.

"I'll always be here for you," said James, unknowingly echoing Sirius' thoughts.

Sirius hadn't meant anything by it. He loved James more than anyone except possibly Harry, and had spent fourteen years of his life missing him so terribly that it was a constant hurt. James's words were a bit too much to handle, though, and this time it was impossible to keep himself from tearing up even if he could hide his face in his friend's robes.

"I don't feel well," he said. "I think I'll go to sleep now. Welcome to stay," he added wearily. "Don' have a bed, though."

Sirius generally slept on the floor, as Padfoot. He was surprisingly comfortable that way, far more comfortable than he was sleeping as a man in a bed.

James knew he probably hadn't meant anything by it - they had been best friends forever, and Sirius had never expressed an interest in him like that, but it still reminded him.

"I'll stay here," James said, rubbing his friend's back. "Just go to sleep." He couldn't just leave Sirius like this when he was this drunk, after all.

Sirius nodded. He would have rather turned back into Padfoot, but he was a little drunk to manage it at the moment, so he curled up on the floor, and smiled a little at James rubbing his back.

"'kay," he said, and then closed his eyes and let himself drift off.

James sighed, summoned himself some alcohol, and drank a little bit more, still rubbing Sirius' back as though he were a big dog. It took him a little longer of thinking everything over, before he, too, fell asleep.