Deathly Hallows Master RPG

Records of Injustice...

It was exactly one point six three hours since James painfully plopped his ass on the floor of the storage closet to escape the bloodthirsty advances of an army of bats and landed on his wand. It was exactly two point zero one hours since he escaped the said storage closet. There were CHARMS on there, ok? Lily was the Charms master. James was merely inventive in their application.

Speaking of, Sirius would never abandon him to Snivellus's sexually deprived machinations ever again. Ever. That is, if he didn't get shipped off to St. Mungos. James felt a wee bit bad about his reparations for Sirius, due to his fellow's obviously timid state of mind, but really, where there are actions there must be consquences. He even toned it down a bit. He WAS going to use Peter's pubic hairs.

Oh, Right. And He DID find the underwear. Nasty stuff, that.

With a smile, James lounged in his and Lily's rooms, sipping a glass of firewhiskey languishly. It would be a good night.