When Lily asked him to get up and wait for Severus, he cast her a curious and disgruntled look. Great, he thought to himself, just the bloody idiot I want to deal with in the morning. But he didn't protest, nor did he deny her request. As much as he hated the idea of being in his presence, for Lily he would do anything.
And so he crept out of bed a little early then normal this morning and went about his routine as quietly as he could. A shower, a shave, getting dressed and grabbing a small breakfast.
He had just finished his breakfast and was sitting with his cup of coffee when he heard the knock at his door.
James grumbled slightly as he rose from his seat and made his way to the door with his coffee in hand. Taking a deep breath to settle himself, he opened the door wide and looked out at the man on the other side.
"Morning," he said only. Not good, or nice to see you. Or how's your day going? Just, morning. He had only ever seen Snape in passing since coming to the village at Amelia's party. And then he tried to not pay him any heed. Now standing face to face, he noted to himself that he looked much the same. Perhaps a little less greasy, older and better groomed. But he was still the same to him, a foul git who rubbed him the wrong way for no real tangible reason. Even if it had been three years in his time that they had stood face to face and exchanged words, he still fought to keep himself in check.