James "Prongs" Potter (_cervus_) wrote in hogwarts_dawn, @ 2021-02-25 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: harry potter, character: james potter |
RP: James & Harry
Who: James & Harry Potter
When: February 25th, evening
Where: The Quidditch Pitch
What: Catching up
James figured it might be a good idea to pop down to the pitch before the moon. For all he knew, someone might have decided to knock a bloody great hole in it, or build a lit walkway complete with 'tasty humans this way' signs. So, after dinner, he'd made his excuses and slipped away from the other two, heading out into the bitingly fresh air of the grounds.
It had been a weird day, going back to Godrics Hollow with Remus. James had offered to go, of course. He wasn't sure why, but he still felt some desperate tug towards his home. He'd known, obviously, that he wouldn't find his family there. That even finding the house would be a stretch. But that didn't make the whole nothingness that they'd found any less weird, or easier to process. You'd never have known there had been witches and wizards there at all.
James frowned to himself, wandering absently around the edge of the grassy pitch as the sky turned pink overhead, turning to peer up into the stands. He remembered, briefly, how it felt to fly high above the seats, searching the crowd for a flash of dark red hair. A shudder of grief ripped through him as he turned away, only to catch sight of another figure approaching.
He'd forgotten he'd told Harry he was coming out here. James pushed his dark mood back, cracking a lopsided grin in his sons direction. Turned out that your baby aging a couple of decades in a day didn't get any less weird with time.
"Alright?"