InsaneJournal

Who: Bucky and Lia
Where: The Great Hall
When: 29 September, lunchtime
What: Meeting for lunch
Rating: maybe some language because Bucky's got a mouth?

Ophelia had mentioned other students thought she was odd, for being quiet and not liking to touch people much. It was those same reasons that James found himself drawn to the girl. Her presence wasn't overwhelming, didn't demand or push for more than he could give. She'd been nothing but helpful to him since his arrival, but there hadn't been much he was able to do in return and nothing she'd been willing to ask for. Perhaps he felt a bit protective, because he could sense something ran a bit deeper that echoed with his own pain, though he was reluctant to pick at somebody else's wounds.

A few minutes early, he waited at the far end of the Slytherin table in the Great Hall with plenty of space between himself and anyone else, grateful (but guiltily so) that the chatter among students was much more hushed that day in light of the recent attack and death. Asking Lia to lunch had been impulsive, partially an attempt on putting himself out there more, easing himself back into socialization. He at least owed it to his former friends not to push them away by default, and Lia had indicated they used to get along well. So maybe there was something salvageable from that.

There wasn't much he knew about his former self, but just because those memories were gone to him, that didn't mean it worked both ways. Bucky was still in the minds of the people around him, and he had to start being more than just a ghost wearing the skin of somebody that should have died over a year ago.

He took a slow sip of water, trying to shake his exhaustion, wanting to be at least decent company for when Ophelia arrived.