RP: How Do You Walk With Your Head Held High? Date: July 2nd, Evening Characters: James Potter and Remus Lupin Location: Outside the Ministry Public/Private: Private Summary: Remus decided he needs to have a little man to man with James, which may involve James' face having a discussion with his fist. Status: Complete
Remus liked to consider himself a fairly levelheaded and fair person. Of course, when he did lose his temper, he was completely gone. He was Irish, though, and since he didn't drink much and was about as lapsed a Catholic as there was, he supposed it was only fair he got a double dose of the temper. He hadn't exactly lost his temper, though. James had always been a smug, arrogant, pampered son of a bitch. He absolutely reeked of power and privilege, which wasn't his fault, any more than being poor working class was Remus'... But instead of using that privilege for good, even the small good of sticking by Lily, he'd gleefully wallowed in it. He'd chosen himself at every turn, as far as Remus could tell. Now, he was back in Lily's life. And if he wanted to stay back in Lily's life (and Harry's for that matter) James need to prove he had lost some of his arrogance and had grown some actual balls. Before they could discuss the matter of James' balls though... Remus owed him a little something with about twenty years of interest.
Remus had taken a day to see what James' schedule was like, stalking him (albeit fairly benignly) and if anyone had accused him of stalking Potter, Remus would have said Potter was lucky that was all he was doing. Besides, one day of observation hardly made for stalking. Regardless of the technicalities, he'd started waiting for Mr. Potter an hour before when he'd see him leave the ministry previously, along his typical route, just a block away actually. He was waiting just around the corner of a building, down wind from the direction James would be, waiting to smell his scent so he could deliver his 'how dare you break of with my BFF' punch, with interest incurred.