WHO: James Potter & OPEN WHAT: Finally exporing. WHERE: The Hogsmeade Apartments WHEN: Tuesday, 3 August; Mid-Day RATING: PG STATUS: In Progress
It had taken him quite awhile to settle in properly. Withdrawing from his studies had hardly been something that James had wanted to do, but Scotland to London was not a logistically sound trip to take every single day. By the time he reached the city by train or car, it would be far too late to return back. He would end up having to stay in a hotel only to have to try the whole thing over again but in reverse the next day. And while he could certainly afford the hotel stay, having someone follow him around as seemed to be the cast now would draw undue suspicion.
Trusting Dumbledore had seemed like the simplest and smartest idea at first, but the more that James learned about this set up, the less he seemed to like it. If it meant that everything he and his father had worked for was all for naught, it simply was far more trouble than it was worth.
Sparing a glance over his shoulder as he walked through the streets of Hogsmeade to see whether or not the guy he'd been saddled with was still there, James lingered near the window of a shop, a quiet frown on his face. The dreams had been bad, unbearably so, a few days before. He had had ghosting feelings of being a father or soon being a father the last few months, sure, but not nearly as strong as they had been the day of the 31st. Tiny fingers, tiny toes, a shock of black hair, and vivid green eyes had been burned into his brain when he'd awoke, but the thoughts were wispy now no matter how much he tried to cling to them, no matter how much he wanted them back.
James was dubious to exactly how ready he really was for fatherhood. But it still seemed like such a wonderful idea.