Who: James & Open Ginny (& Harry?) Where: The Great Hall When: Mid-afternoon Status/Rating: Pending/TBA
There was no one in the Great Hall, which was a shame, because the ceiling was a particularly perfect blue, and there was no one else to see it. James glanced up at it as he passed through the Hall, running his fingers along the wall with fondness. It seemed ages since he had been at Hogwarts, and it had been four years. He went and sat at his old spot at the Gryffindor table almost by instinct. By seventh year, people had left space for four people in the same place, if he and his friends weren't already there. It had been good to be Head Boy, to be king of the school, if not princes along with the other three.
He ran his fingers over the table top, and then, probing around underneath it, found an anomaly in the old wooden surface. He grinned and shifted position so that he was lying on the bench, able to see what was engraved there. An M and a P, reflected in a W and another P. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. He felt slightly cheered to know that Hogwarts still remembered them, even in the midst of all the apparent insanity.
He was so engrossed in his examination of the carving, and in his memories of sneaking in here in the middle of the night to do it in the week before their final NEWTs, that he didn't even notice that someone else had entered the Hall until he saw a pair of feet just behind the bench opposite. He jumped, hitting his head hard on the underside of the table. "Ow, fuck," he muttered, sitting up awkwardly to see who had so interrupted his reverie.