WHO: Mary MacDonald & James Potter Sr.
WHAT: James is confused & Mac wants some answers too.
WHERE: James & Lily’s cottage
WHEN: Wednesday afternoon
RATING: PG
The runaway "child" bride didn’t mind village life. Granted, she wasn’t thrilled with her job at Strikes and Skates, but she liked escaping her family’s pressure. She especially liked being away from the looming war. She learned enough about it after landing in the village to feel grateful that she didn’t live it yet. She had been hexed once for blood status “treachery” so she cringed to think what happened to her in the coming years. She couldn’t even say she missed her family much. She loved them, but she always felt like the anvil was about to drop when she was around them. Here she was free to explore life. She was even dating a muggle-born, which she knew her parents would kill her for, but she didn’t care. She was crushing hard on Colin. He wasn’t at all the type one might expect her to go for, but she loved his adorable awkwardness.
Yes, life was good for young Mac. Well, life was good until some new earth shattering secret or crisis bared its ugly claws. She constantly felt like she was playing a huge catch-up game when it came to people she thought she knew. Most of it wasn’t their faults. Most of it was due to her age. However, this wolf thing? Definitely their faults for keeping it a secret. She felt ridiculous, like they thought she’d run her mouth or something. Or, worse, judge them. She was hurt, but she was also mad. She was waiting for just the right moment to smack them all.
She needed to clear the air before Lily’s birthday so she headed over to the Potter home late Wednesday afternoon. She hoped someone was home. She knocked lightly in case Hope was napping.