mapmaker (mapmaker) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-02 23:15:00 |
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Divination was one of the few magical fields that fascinated Muggles to the same extent it fascinated the wizarding world. It was all about learning the future or predicting circumstances to better prepare oneself for their potential endeavors. Someone who was particularly skilled in Divination might have managed to become quite wealthy, have managed to live a spectacularly long life, or to become far happier than someone who was merely living their life as it came to them. There were real, honest benefits to pursuing Divination. James Potter had always thought it was absolute rubbish. He loathed reading tea leaves, scrying, staring blindly into crystal balls, and trying to predict his future based on phases of the bloody planets. He'd gotten good enough at predicting his future based on the phases of the sodding moon, thanks ever so. It seemed a bit much to ask him to start factoring in for Jupiter's moons as well. It had never, ever mattered to him that his future was a complete mystery. James liked mysteries. They were adventures he was glad to have the opportunity to take part in. Cowards feared walking blindly into the face of the future; James had never been a coward. He wanted to embrace his life as it came, love every minute, every moment, every wild adventure no matter how he fared in it, and he wanted to do it with as few regrets as possible. Coming aboard the Orient Express had meant that he no longer had that choice. It seemed that James was being forced into a world in which the future was no secret to anyone save himself as his future was all too many people's past; it was ignorant to think he could remain apart from that simply because he wanted to when it was hardly fair to those who came from his future to have to walk on eggshells around him. He'd not wanted that information from Lily. She'd given him enough revelation in his first hour on the train to last him all his futures and all hers as well. James hadn't wanted that from her. He hadn't wanted it from anyone. But. If it must come from somewhere, where better than Harry? His son. James smiled at absolutely nothing as he found a seat in the parlor car at a small table. It was situated for two and likely meant for some game or another, but it would do well enough for a talk. He had a son. Or. Some other James with some other Lily had a son. It seemed surreal and he couldn't help smiling because it was a fantastic enough possibility that it almost made him want to rethink his position on the art of Divination. Looking up at the sound of someone approaching, James raised his eyebrows expectantly, "Harry? Sorry. I wasn't quite certain what to expect. Lily comes from fair people. Gingers. My people are a little darker. I just didn't quite know, that is to say, what you'd look like. Precisely." It was odd to think that he looked quite a bit like James if James were to imagine himself older. |