Who: James, Sirius, Remus What: working with the map. When: Friday, late afternoon. Where: the pub where Sirius works. Warnings: TBA
Ever since his trip to the castle with Alice, James had felt mostly invigorated with purpose, although he had his gloomy moments. He had the map and his cloak back, and was ready to put both to use; however, he wished more than anything in the world that he could pass the map on to his own son. It was useless to think on it, though, and he tried not to. There was nothing he could do for his slain son, now long dead; there was something he could do to help his friends' children, who were in desperate need of whatever aid he could give them.
With a heavy heart but an easy smile, he made his way to the pub on Friday afternoon. He had just finished laying the foundation for a rich man's house, and he was still a little bit grimy despite his best attempts to clean without magic. However, with the map tucked into his jacket, he held his head high.
He entered the pub (blue-eyed and almost golden-haired today, although he was sure his oldest friends would recognize him) and looked around, hoping he'd got the right place.