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RP: James & Open
Who: James Potter & Open
What: Lunchtime nostalgia
Where: Whomping Willow
When: June 12th, midday

James slid his hands into his pockets as he examined the tree, watching it wave it's branches lazily up towards the pale blue Scottish sky. It had been a while since he'd been here - they didn't need the shack for Remus' monthly transformations any more, and there really wasn't much other point to it. Apart from injuring unsuspecting birds, of course. He watched as one especially offended pigeon fluttered away, it's attempt at perching on the Willow swiftly abandoned.

He wasn't totally sure why he was here now. After another morning trudging around the archway-less forest, he'd been meaning to head back to the Great Hall for some lunch, but his feet had had other ideas. Perhaps it was nostalgia. Perhaps it was some kind of self-inflicted torture. He had no bloody idea. All he knew was that he was here, staring up at the tree and remembering every time they'd snuck down here under the cloak, hurrying across the grounds in an effort to get here before the moon rose.

James pulled his wand from his pocket, flicking it in the direction of a fallen branch and sending it zooming under the flailing branches, where it hit the fated knot in the trunk. It had always been much easier when Peter did it, but it did the job. The branches froze, falling still apart from the fluttering leaves, and James took a few careful steps closer to the tree.