InsaneJournal

Who: James & Lily Potter, open to Sirius & Remus
What: Catching up at the end of the day
Where: Gryffindor Common Room
When: May 20th, evening

James was sat in the seat by the hearth, giving the fire a rather aggressive stab with the poker. It took a moment, but then a log shifted and a long tongue of orange flame licked upwards, bringing with it a burst of heat. The rain still hadn't let up, and was tapping incessantly at the window panes. James had decided that having the fire going, at least, meant you could convince yourself it was still winter, rather than a particularly miserable May.

With a sigh, he chucked the poker back into the holder and stretched, finally allowing his hands to fall back into his hair, pushing it back so it stood upright. It had been a long day, and training had left him with what felt like a rather impressive bruise on his jaw, way back near his ear. But he'd had worse on the quidditch pitch, not to mention as part of the Order, and the work had left him feeling happily tired. It had definitely been enough to have him thinking longingly of Gryffindor tower, so he'd skipped eating in the hall and instead headed back to the comfort of the red and gold common room.

The sound of the portrait swinging open made James look away from the fire, and he grinned at the sight of someone clambering into the room.