Who: James Potter, Regulus Black Where: Their happy family home. When: Morning of 21st February What: Shouting and hexing an- oh, right, not that? huh.
Contrary to popular belief, James didn't want to provoke Sirius's twatty brother. He just wanted to ignore the currently-pathetic waste of space, but that was kind of impossible, given the stupid rules of this place. He was sitting at the table, waiting for Molly and Regulus to appear, and glaring at the currently-drunk waste of space that was Kreacher. He debated over whether he should throw his snitch at the useless muttering creature that wouldn't shut up about him being a 'blood traitor', but figured that he'd probably end up losing the snitch and there was no way he was going to deal with that.
"Can you just go back under whatever rock you were living under?" he snapped at the elf, followed by, "and leave that drink here!" only to be slightly amazed as the ugly thing actually did as he was told. There was a lot of muttering, sure, but the main thing was that he'd told it to do something, and it had. Brilliant!
He looked round at the sound of footsteps, hoping it would be Molly, but no. He couldn't have been that lucky. Still, it meant he didn't have to deal with both Regulus and the elf at the same time. Slumping forward in his seat, he propped his head up on one hand, and didn't look round while Sirius's brother sat in his seat and prepared for another game of "watching James and Molly eat" which was a stupid game, if you asked James. Lifting his wand from the table, he set about making the toaster work, getting the boxes of cereal out of the cupboards and boiling the water in the kettle. He could easily manage this part of breakfast, after all, and if Molly wanted to make anything more, the option was there for her. "Are you actually going to eat anything this time? Black?" he asked, really not expecting a reply, "or are you going to stare at all the food Molly's going to the bother of making for us and ignore it all like some ungrateful git?"