Who: James Potter & Open What: Arrival Where: Upstairs walkway When: Thursday morning Rating: TBC. Probably low.
James was sat at the kitchen table, quill scratching gently against the parchment as he finished off his second letter. He wanted to get them done now, before Sirius came tomorrow, so that he could deliver them. Merlin knew why Mad-Eye had such a billiwig in his bonnet about them sending owls from the house.... It wasn't as if You-Know-Who was running around outside with a giant net.
Probably.
The cat mewed from by the door, the noise loud and insistent in the otherwise hushed house, and James rolled his eyes.
"Okay, okay. Bloody hell." Popping his quill back into the ink well, he gave the parchment one last frown before pushing his chair back, stretching, and heading towards the back door. The wave of fresh October air that rushed in as it swung open was almost surprising after the warmth of the kitchen. Artemis darted out into the garden, brushing James' ankles with his long black tail as the door closed behind him. Harry should be awake soon, Jamea thought vaguely as he turned back to the table...
Then he was in a room. A room with two beds instead of the table. A sofa and one of those muggle picture things (tillyvision?) instead of the aga.... The world rushing past unnaturally fast outside the window.
No. No, no, no...
For a split second, James was too surprised to do anything but stare. Then panic crashed over him like a wave. Without thinking, without even seeing or breathing, he spun on his heel and flew out of the nearest door, finding himself in a narrow corridor.