WHO: James Potter WHEN: Saturday, early morning backdated WHERE: Diagon Alley WHAT: James wants you to write him in. RATING: G STATUS: Closed, complete
He wasn't sure what exactly had made him do it. It probably had something to do with the dream he had last night: sitting on top of his (flying) Mini Cooper with a Union Jack flag waving next to a flag with the Ministry M on it, waving as he hovers down the main road in Godric's Hollow. It was a good dream. Unbelievable because Lily wouldn't let him charm the car, but still a good dream. Somehow that dream had turned his joking scribble in his son's journal into an action plan.
One thousand flyers, all featuring his handsome face, smiling behind his desk. WRITE IN JAMES POTTER THIS MORNING read his headline. His points: • Management skills: Head of a Ministry Department and co-owner of a professional Quidditch team. • Academic Excellence: Head Boy and among the top of his Hogwarts class • Creativity: Always looking for the new solution • Determination: A young registered animagus • Humor: Jokes heal the soul. The tagline: We live magical lives. Let's keep it magical.
He was pleased with it. He really was. Maybe this is was stupid and he'd just wasted the printing money. Then again, maybe it was brilliant, and it would work. He wasn't sure which one sounded better, but he liked it. Loved that he'd had the guts to try. The Marauder was still alive.
He pointed his wand at the stack of flyers on the table at Florean's. With a flick, the flyers distributed themselves around Diagon Alley, some plastered to windows, some fluttering about the streets, others flying around as origami owls.
Pleased, he grabbed his other stack, shrank it to a reasonable size, and headed for the Ministry.