"Alright hear me out on this," James begins as he picks up a loaf of bread. Lily pushes the shopping trolley down the aisle, pretending not to hear him. "How about Minerva Danger Potter?"

Lily halts to a stop at the idea, causing James to bump into her. "Minerva Danger Potter?" she muses.

"Just imagine, whenever she's being a badass she can actually say 'Danger is my middle name.' And it's true!"

"I'm imagining it." Lily grabs a jar of jam and puts it in with the rest of their groceries. "And it's not happening."

"Come on! It's perfect! Just picture twelve years from now when our kid goes up to be sorted and McGonagall has to real out loud: Potter, Minerva. She'll have a bloody cow!"

Lily laughs, grabbing his hand lovingly. "James you are an idiot but I love you."

James sighs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Okay, so we can cross off Minerva. But I'm fighting for Danger."