Characters: Amarissa Cross, James Potter Location: Number 13 Grimmauld Place Date: Some time after Spain (but diverging from the standard time line) Time: Afternoon Rating: PG?
Amarissa ducked back in through the Floo that was connected to Number Thirteen, Grimmauld Place. It was almost a relief to be back here. It was almost strange how much like a home this place had become to her. It was familiar, and it made her feel comfortable and safe now. It had been a long, and somewhat trying day, and that was exactly what she needed. There was an ache that filled her entire body; it was an exhaustion that made her want to do nothing more than to curl up in the bed upstairs that she knew was waiting for her. That would probably take a bit more time, she knew. Really, she could go stir up something for dinner. She suspected that James was probably hungry too. And then maybe a bath, or at least a shower, would be in order. While a bath sounded more relaxing, she was fairly certain that she would fall asleep in the hot water.
She ran a hand through her hair, getting rid of some of the soot that was in it, and could see that James had already stepped away from the fireplace. He had come back just seconds ahead of her. They had been in Spain for the day. That, in itself, she knew was something of an amazing feat. They had owled her a little over a week ago, requesting that she bring James, if he was interested, in for some tests to see if there could be any restoration to his memory for the year of his life that he couldn't remember. Amarissa had been expecting a few arguments over it, and James' stark denial. Maybe it helped that they phrased it as a request, and not a command. Amarissa wasn't certain. But, inevitably, James had agreed, much to Amarissa's personal surprise. She hadn't said anything about it, but had gone down with him when it was time.
There were also a few check ups that she had needed done while they had been with James. They were mostly just routine things to make sure that she was still fit and healthy to maintain a career as an Auror. And then, of course, the Healer that had actually removed the sword from her side had come in and looked over the scar that had silvered on her side. It seemed to have healed as well as could be expected; there was no permanent damage done to her insides, which was almost amazing considering the length of time the blade had been inside of her. Supervisors had wanted to come and speak with her personally, to go over reports that she had sent them, to ask questions, and to inquire about how the English government was behaving on this matter, and did she think it was likely that the English Ministry would do this or that?
They were back now, and she hadn't gotten a chance to talk over exactly what had happened to James. She had been told generalizations, but she didn't understand everything that concerned the matter. She didn't want to press James just yet, either. She knew it to be something of a sore subject; if he wanted to talk, he knew he could. She also knew that chances were, it wouldn't be with her. Sirius was absolute confident; she held no illusions about that. Still, for the night, they had told him to stay with her, just in case. It was always just in case, but he had even agreed to that. Although, him staying the night wasn't exactly an odd occurrence any more, but nobody in Spain really needed to know that. Ever.
Amarissa started to pull off the formal Auror robes that she was wearing as she headed over to where James was.
"Do you want me to make something to eat?" she asked.