Who: James Sirius Potter and Ginny Weasley What: Stumbling home When: Late Wednesday night Where: The streets of the village Rating: PG-13+
James hadn't been drinking because he was so distraught over his Aunt Hermione leaving. In fact, he hadn't been very close to his aunt while she'd been here at all. She was nice enough, but he supposed he couldn't blame her for not immediately bonding with a teenager that she was suddenly related to when she was still a teenager herself. It had much more to do with the fact that Jamie still felt awkward around his family, most notably his teenaged mother and father, and hey, since other people were drinking, why not ease some of the tension by having some himself?
Unfortunately- or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it- he hadn't exactly stop at a little, and he wasn't the only one. His mother had ended up drunk, too, probably for her much more logical reasons, and as he made his way out of the burrow, he insisted on escorting his mother home. Because, clearly, in his inebriated state, he was going to be a great help if anyone came after them. Still. Safety in numbers or some rubbish like that.
His walking wasn't in an entirely straight line, but he wasn't running into anything at least as he glanced over at his mother, only two years his senior. Shite. "You're so bloody young, you know that?" Tactful!