James Potter (hot_prongs) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-05-05 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/05 may, james potter |
Who: James, open to Sirius, Dorcas, Fabian, and Edgar, all optional.
NPCs: James' dad, Theodore Potter.
When: Slightly after midnight, May 5th, 1980.
Where: James' father's heavily warded rural estate outside of Sandygate in Devon.
What: James made a dumb mistake and is now overcompensating, just in case.
Rating: ...TBA?
James had meant to ward that entry. He'd even thought of it, but then the cat had begun attacking his quill before he'd finished, and he'd been distracted enough to forget to reach for his wand. Sure, people had probably expected that Sirius at least was at his place, but Dorcas was not as obvious, and that's who they'd been after anyway, and now just to be safe he'd decided to cart them both off to his Dad's for a few days.
Which was why they were now being ushered into a dark, fairly modest cottage on a huge acreage, heavily warded by James grandparents, both sets, old blood that knew more about wards and protection than James did, and also by the Ministry when his mother was a department head. The lights were all off in the main room and James held his breath for a moment, but then there was a crash from the kitchen and he swore.
He flicked his wand and lit up the room, wincing slightly as his dad stumbled in, looking wild.
"Who's that? Who's there?" Theodore demanded, wand held awkwardly as he tripped over a recliner.
James stepped forward and caught his dad, deftly avoiding the red sparks shooting out of the end of Theodore's wand with the ease born of practice. He got his dad back to his feet, wincing at the smell of firewhisky when he got close. "It's me, Dad."
"JP? Jamie? I dreamed I saw your mother today," he slurred. "Who's here? Who is that?"
"Sirius is here, and some of my friends. I'll explain tomorrow, okay? Let's get you to bed," James said, his heart breaking again for his dad. He wanted to get him up to bed before his dad could get worked up. "Zaza," James called, and a house elf popped into to room next to him.
"Master James! We is not expecting you tonight. We hasn't called you," she squeaked.
"I know. Dad's fine. Can you make up my room and the spare room? And have some tea put on, please," James instructed. Zaza nodded and disappeared again.
"Tea? Don't have tea. Have firewhisky. I've had a couple. It's ultimately more satisfacting. Satisfactoring. Satisfying. Sirius! Pour yourself a glass," Theodore spoke up. "You haven't introduced me to your other friends, JP."
James sighed and shot a help me look at Sirius, and an apologetic look at the others. No one quite knew the extent to which James' dad had deteriorated, aside from Sirius and Lily, that is. Now here was Dorcas, thrown in with no explanation. Voice low, he said, "Dad, this is Dorcas, Edgar, and Fabian."
Note: This can just be a standalone if no one feels like tagging. I figured this was a good chance to showcase the state of James' dad. Sadface.