james potter is SUPERBADASSNINJAAWESUM (staghearted) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-06-14 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: knap: james potter, ch: knap: lily black, p: annalisa, p: kit |
Who: James & Lily (knap)
What: watching the tournament.
When: Thursday morning
Where: tournament, in the stands/seats/whatever they were called in the middle ages.
Warnings: ALL THE EMOTIONS, FOREVER.
Seeing Lily at the feast really hadn't gone so well, or at least not as well as James had hoped. It obviously hadn't gone as badly as she feared, because he had no intention of attacking her, ever. But seeing her, and the way she looked at him, had been heart-wrenching-- for both of them, it seemed, although he couldn't quite tell exactly how she'd felt about it-- and not much in the way of conversation had been made.
At least they'd established that it was possible for her to be in his presence without being forced to defend herself. He assumed that one meeting without being attacked didn't mean she believed he'd never try to kill her, but it was a step in the right direction.
He'd been the one to suggest they try again at the tournament. Harry would be competing, and if James could focus on that, he'd be able to keep his spirits up; Harry, a knight, an archery champion. He felt proud and happy just thinking about it, and he liked the idea that his son might actually have both of his parents there to watch him, even if the circumstances really weren't the best. He had a feeling Harry would appreciate the sentiment.
He staked out a couple of seats for them in an area mostly filled with people from Psilisa, as he'd promised to do, and took his seat. He tried to watch the jousters and archers as they warmed up rather than look around to see if Lily was coming, and his attention was indeed distracted by the recognizable shock of Potter hair that was Harry in the archery section, as well as by Sirius warming up with the jousters. There were a couple of other Potter-looking types of some variety in both tournaments-- one female archer, one male jouster-- but he couldn't make out quite who they were.
Instinctively he knew, though, when Lily was approaching. He looked up, and his heart did the same weird squeeze-somersault that it had done when he'd seen her the first time, but this time he was better prepared for it. He managed a smile, but otherwise didn't move from where he was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, leaning forward to look down at the competition. "Hi, Lily."