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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 23, 2007 13:27:55 GMT -5
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Post by James Potter on Sept 23, 2007 13:38:57 GMT -5
James wasn't sure what it was about his mum, but she had become rather clingy as of late. As if he was about to go away and never come back, which was definitely very strange... he was coming home for good at the end of the year, wasn't he? And he had already informed his parents that he was planning on living at home at least until he got through Auror Training. But, still, she insisted on sending him owls every other day, at least, and got anxious if he didn't respond right away.
He pushed the door of the owlery open in a brisk manner, tying his letter to Avalon's leg and giving her a sympathetic stroke as he sent her away again. He stood there, leaning partially out the window, for a few moments. It wasn't until an owl decided to swoop in and hit James in the face, to which he uttered a rather loud string of curses, that he turned and noticed Sirius sitting not far from him. He blinked a couple of times, then sat beside his friend and absentmindedly traced the slightly bleeding scratch on his forehead.
"Bloody owls," he cursed, glowering around the room at whoever it was that had decided that they would aim for the one window that wasn't wide open. He leaned back against the wall, glancing at Sirius, "What are you up here for?" he asked with a slight pout as he rubbed his head. It was said that women had a higher tolerance for pain than men did, and this was definitely a possibility... especially judging from the fact that James was quite a wimp when it came to the smallest wounds. Whenever he broke his arm in Fourth Year, he hadn't so much as cried. But whenever he got a little scrape, it was such a big deal. James was weird like that. He always had been.
"I swear, mum's going to go insane with us at school this year. I don't know what her problem is. Has she mailed you, too?" he asked, nudging Sirius. [/center][/sub] |
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 24, 2007 16:54:44 GMT -5
[/b]famous James Potter. Sirius watched the bird fly through the window and chuckled when James rubbed his head. "Bloody bird..." Sirius waved slowly. James grinned back and walked towards him, still rubbing his head in the place where the bird hit him. He sat down on the hay bail with Sirius, and they sat in silence for a few more minutes. At this time of morning, nothing much could be said. Nothing had happened in their day, James hadn't gone on another escapade with Lily yet, Remus wasn't feeling the effects of the non-existant full moon. Today would be but another boring Sunday. Alas. James looked over at Sirius, goofy grin still plastered on his features. "I swear, mum's going to go insane with us at school this year. I don't know what her problem is. Has she mailed you, too?" Sirius laughed loudly, his trade mark, almost evil laugh. But in truth, she had owled him, only to tell him that he had forgotten a few quills, his fish were doing fine, and she wanted him to look after James. The latter didn't matter to him, but the almost weekly sweets could lighten up his mood any day. "Yeah! I think she thinks you're dying. Maybe I'll owl her and say you've died but not to come to the funeral. You were completely mauled by....by a werewolf." Sirius roared in laughter. The thought of Remus touching a hair on their heads was hilarious.[/size][/ul] |
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Post by James Potter on Sept 24, 2007 17:25:42 GMT -5
James couldn't help but laugh along with Sirius, though he punched him lightly in the shoulder. "No way, mate! She'd freak and you know she would," he shook his head. "I wouldn't be surprised if she pulled me out of school after that. And then life would really suck." The Gryffindor boy frowned.
He hugged one knee to his chest, his other leg dangling form the hay bale. "So, anyway, why are you here?" he asked him for the second time, figuring that he hadn't heard him the first. He was used to it, though, so it wasn't a big deal. He lifted a hand to pull off his glasses and cleaned them off with his shirt. It had become a sort of a habit. There was hardly ever anything on them, but he had began to imagine the smallest smudge in the lenses and would spend fifteen minutes just trying to make it go away.
He didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that he now could barely see anything. It was sort of odd, being nearly blind without his glasses. Usually they were just used to enhance vision... not give it to you completely. He wondered if his parentage had anything to do with his inability to see without glasses. Neither of his parents wore glasses, until recently when his mother used them to read... Eh. [/center][/sub] |
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