WHO: James and Alice
WHEN: Tuesday, mid afternoon
WHERE: Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Games and Sports
WHAT: James has a birthday! Alice knows it.
RATING: PG? sure, why not?
STATUS: closed, in progress
No excitement. What kind of a birthday was that? Probably the kind that even James Potter had forgotten about until that morning, when he was woken up by an owl nipping at his bare shoulder. Also the kind of birthday in which both Mr. and Mrs. Potter were expected at work, and Mrs. Potter tied up in the afternoon with appointments so Mr. Potter couldn't even have a birthday luncheon with her. Turning 38 was proving to be, well, boring.
It hadn't finally happened, had it? James surely hadn't become an adult.
He looked up at the décor in his office. A color changing broomstick, Hermes-esque shoes that floated around the room at will, a radio tuned in to—yes—BBC Radio for sports highlights, soon to be switched over to sportTALK, and then later WWN once wizarding sports went live for the afternoon. His Hogwarts tie hung on the coat rack, swinging slightly from the passing-by of the Hermes shoes. Nothing to worry about; he was still James Potter. Luckily.
He just wished his birthday wasn't so bloody boring.