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Entry tags: | !open, {james potter, {nymphadora tonks |
Characters: James Potter and OPEN
When: Wednesday, August 15, evening around 9 PM
Location: Baggage Car
Warnings/Rating: nothing I can think of at this time
Summary: James is trying to make himself useful by cleaning up the baggage car.
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Some people were good at being alone. There were even people who preferred to be alone, living out their lives solitary out of choice. It was nothing to those types of people to find a book to read, a hobby to pursue, or go about work that required no input from anyone else. There were plenty of things that one could do alone; James could name more than a dozen himself. That didn't mean he liked being on his own. He'd never been good at being on his own. Some would say that was an odd trait for him to have as he was an only child of elderly parents, but James hadn't precisely grown up isolated the way that many only children did. He'd had friends his own age, children of his parents' friends, far distant relations, the children or grandchildren of his parents' schoolmates who would doubtlessly prove to be James's own schoolmates since it was a given that he would attend Hogwarts as soon as he got old enough. There hadn't been many days at all in his life where he'd been on his own for more than a few hours at a time and once Sirius had moved in? James hadn't had to worry about much time self-entertaining at all seeing as how Sirius was literally underfoot all the time demanding entertainment himself. Since coming aboard the Orient, James had literally wandered every inch of the train that was accessible to him. He'd gone over it time and time again until he had found himself familiar with his surroundings enough that if he had lost his sight once more, he'd have no problem getting about. It was always good to be prepared for something like that he well knew. When he'd been a child, losing his glasses had been one of his favorite pastimes as he'd despised the way they looked on him and the very first charm he'd ever perfected had been one to improve his vision for limited periods of time. It usually wound up giving him a headache but he'd thought it worth it every time he'd done it. Jaime had suggested he ought to try to take care of the baggage car. It wasn't the most glamorous way to spend his evening, but it was better than trying to find something else to do with himself. He thought he could keep out of trouble in there if nothing else. It would certainly be better than bumping into Lily and her---it would be better than that. He eyed the chaos in the room before shrugging and starting in on moving things into some semblance of order. |