james potter is ready for shit to get real (potterishly) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-01-08 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | james potter, lily potter |
Who: James and Lily Potter.
When: evening, around dinnertime.
Where: the most disgusting (and thankfully cheap) motel imaginable.
For once, it wasn't even James' fault. He couldn't lie, he had occasionally pocketed a few extra bills if he saw them lying around, maybe even pickpocketed a couple of people who were particularly careless, but this time he hadn't even noticed the extra bill in his hand until the man had driven away.
Somehow, he doubted it was an act of kindness. The man had looked down his nose at James the whole time, had even refused to give his name or shake James' (admittedly rather grimy) hand when he was done fixing the roof. In short, he was a pompous ass. But being generous and simply being careless with money (a luxury of the rich) was all the same from James' standpoint.
The fact remained that he now had enough money to pay for another night at the motel, which was why he'd taken the job in the first place, and he had a little bit left over besides. What he was going to do with it, well, that was the question, wasn't it? The most logical thing to do would be to save it, put it away for one of those times when neither he nor Lily could find work. But what he wanted more than anything else in the world... was takeaway curry.
So that was how he ended up back at the motel, holding the precious bag of delicious smelling food close to his chest as he navigated the hallway to the room he shared with Lily. Thankfully, food was not important to most of the people that stayed there; most of them would spend their money on drugs rather than buy anything that was for their real benefit. These leering, unfriendly types were more interested in the money he had left over, which he had stowed very carefully in the hem of his trousers, around his ankle.
He let himself in to the room and closed it behind him with a grateful sigh. It wasn't until he heard the click of the door shut that he relaxed and even managed a grin for his wife. "Two guesses," he said, holding up the bag. "And I doubt you'll need the second one."