James Sirius Potter (simply_james) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-01-06 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 01, character: james sirius potter |
RP: Getting Ready - James
Who: James
Where: Garden Court
When: 6 January, 2025
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: James hasn't seen Snape for a while, but it doesn't mean that he can't practice
James had been busy, or maybe he was still unsure about Snape. Possibly a combination of the two. That little discussion about the dark arts that he'd gotten from Snape had sounded remarkably like the one he'd got from his father, and maybe it was a coincidence, but more likely than not, the two were making decisions behind his back and James didn't like it one bit. People might see him as a copy of his father, but he'd be damned if he'd let his father dictate his life. Everyone else might jump when Harry Potter spoke, but not James. He knew his father too well to buy into the myth, and if Snape was doing what his father's wanted, then James couldn't trust him either. However he couldn't wait until he made up his mind to train.
He kept at it daily. His wand was almost a thing of the past. His migraines were getting better, at least when performed every day spells. The times that he trained, though, left him with blinding pain, starting behind his eyes and travelling up to his forehead. It took hours before he felt like a normal human being again, although he made sure that no one noticed anything. With all the work they had recently, saying it was fatigue satisfied everyone. It was the perfect cover. He also read the book that Snape had given in, memorising it cover to cover. He'd done the same with the one Albus had procured, before deciding that it was time to get his own books. The Auror library was especially useful, and they were right, he didn't need the dark arts (at least for now). He only needed to find the spells that felt right, which meant practicing even more.
Today, he was in the garden. The snow was following and the temperature were lower than usual. The sudden drop in temperature had left the animals confused, still out and about well after mother nature had stopped producing food. Albus had suggested fish, but fish were contained. Birds and squirrels were small, fast and unpredictable. James cast spell after spell, severing, restricting, changing his hand movements, picking between different spells, saying or not the incantation. The spells missed more often than not, and when they hit, he seldom did the damage he needed. He took the time to cure the animals he could, killing the ones he couldn't. At the end of the day, there were several dead birds and squirrels, only three the result of direct hits. Not good enough. James banished the carcasses of the animals and went back inside.
He'd have to try again. Once his head stopped throbbing and he didn't feel like throwing up