James "Prongs" Potter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _cervus_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hogwarts_dawn,@ 2021-05-18 09:23:00 |
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Who: James Potter and Remus Lupin
What: Returning from rainy target practice
Where: Entrance Hall
When: April 18th, early morning
It was raining, but James had played in worse. At least the snow was gone, and it wasn't that cold. For Hogwarts, anyway. A quick repelling charm to keep him dry, a jumper and jacket and James had been fine to face the elements, at least for the little time he had before work.
He'd slipped out their room early, trying not to wake Lily and leaving a note so she wouldn't think the castle had had a hissy fit. It had been a while since he'd gone out onto the pitch this early, but the bite of the May air and fresh breeze coming off the lake had been refreshing, even in the bad weather. He was glad he'd gone, and now he was returning for breakfast, his broom over one shoulder, quaffle under the arm.
James' glasses fogged up the moment he stepped into the warm castle, and he had to stop for a moment to wait for it to fade. Perhaps he should take a page from Harry's book and get McKinnon or someone to fix his eyesight, but then he always thought he looked like a bit of a startled doxie without his glasses on... Dismissing the idea, James shook the worst of his slightly damp hair from his eyes and adjusted his grip on the broom. He probably had time to stow everything away before he went into the Great Hall.