James Potter (call_me_prongs) wrote in 80smarauders_ic, @ 2017-07-17 11:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dropped, character: james potter, character: severus snape, date: 07-87, type: thread |
James and Severus
Who: James Potter & Severus Snape
What: Hanging out in the Headmaster's office
Where: Hogwarts
When: Monday, July 17
Rating: A for antagonizing
Status: Incomplete
James had a couple orders of business that brought him to Hogwarts on a bright, sunny July morning. One of those things was to sweet talk Dumbledore into letting him and Lily host Harry's birthday party by the great lake. The area James had in mind wasn't technically on Hogwart's grounds, but he figured having Albus' say-so would make things a little more official. Plus, the added protections Dumbledore could provide wouldn't hurt either.
His other reason for being at Hogwarts was slightly less fun. Dumbledore had owled something cryptic and infuriating, but interesting enough James just couldn't ignore it. The damned Headmaster knew just how to play James like a well-tuned fiddle. Dropping hints here and there, making mention of some sighting or another, of things that needed investigsting and wasn't James going to be in Corfu or Sighisoara or Timbuktu and couldn't he talk to this person or that person, and couldn't he make this deal or that deal? And James always said yes, he could talk to this person or that person, make this deal or that deal, regardless if any of the errands had amounted to anything in the past six years. Because in the end he had a feeling it all came back to Voldemort, and Dumbledore's unspoken certainty that he wasn't gone forever.
And didn't that just keep James up at night, sometimes going down the hall just to watch Harry breathing deep in his sleep.
So, here he was sitting in Dumbledore's office, feeling an awful lot like the schoolboy he'd been once upon a time. He shifted in the chair, wondering what was taking the headmaster so long. The elf who had shown him up had said he wouldn't be long, but it had been ten minutes or more by this point. Being kept waiting was not something James enjoyed, and wouldn't it be satisfying to just get up and leave, whatever errand Dumbledore had in mind be damned.
James couldn't help but laugh at that idea, and helped himself to a sherbet lemon as the door opened. He turned in his chair, expecting to see Dumbledore, and scowled internally. Outwardly he grinned, because he knew it would bother this man more than a scowl would have.
"Severus, how lovely to see you here," James said brightly, and added Always were skulking about, weren't you silently.