I seem to be missing a husband. I came home to an empty house and then realized it's cinco de drinko today so I really shouldn't be worried and he probably told me about it, but I wasn't listening. Sometimes I have a listening problem, especially when my husband babbles at me for hours on end. Isn't that supposed to be the woman's job?
Anyway, the point is this: If anyone finds a James Potter drunk on the side of the road, please deposit him in a taxi and send him on his way. I would be happy to pay fares to get him home safe. Much appreciated!
Oh, yes. And in case you need to know what he looks like because he is too drunk to remember his name
( a picture. )