James Potter (foureyedwonder) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-09-18 01:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 09, balthazar blake, jaime davies, james potter |
RP: Just Watching TV
Characters: James, Balthazar, open
Time/Date: Afternoon, 9/17
Location: Lobby
Warnings/Rating: Probably none
Summary: James and Balthazar angst about the same girl without really realizing it.
Status: Open, ongoing
While it had taken a while for him to come around to the idea, James had finally accepted that they had all been kidnapped and brought to this strange Muggle place with strange Muggle technology and strange Muggle experiments. There were all kinds of people here, and he'd met a few of them, but for the most part he was content to just... explore.
He'd gotten his wand back, finally, but it had come at a price that he had discovered the next day when he'd flicked on his Muggle network device thing and discovered that Lily had been taken.
He'd kind of... not known how to handle it. Still didn't know, in fact, and it wasn't like there was much he could say about it. They hadn't been dating yet, though he'd thought she'd been close to agreeing to, at least. Sirius didn't seem to care one way or the other whether Lily was around or not, and got bored when James angsted over it. So he'd... decided to do his angsting elsewhere, under the guise of continuing to explore the Muggle technology.
Like the black box that showed different pictures when you pointed it's little black wand at it. He'd been flicking through channels, looking for something interesting when an older bloke had wandered in. Not someone he'd met before, but James was hardly surprised by that. He waited for some indication of how long the other bloke had been here - if he was new, there was the typical awkward looking away or awkward questions that he couldn't really answer. If he'd been here long, James would be asked if he was new. So far, James had only really encountered the two dances.
When the man did neither, merely gestured to an empty seat in silent request to sit down, James sort of nodded his head, and took a better look. The bloke looked beat, like he hadn't been sleeping well or something, eyes dark and hair tangled. He seemed to be fiddling with a rather obnoxious looking ring on his finger.
"You want to..." James started uncomfortably, starting to hand over the remote.
The man shook his head, holding up a hand to stop him. "I just needed to be free of my room for a while. It's too easy to get lost in memories there."
James nodded, though he didn't really understand. "Thinking of home?"
The man shook his head. "In a way, I suppose," he said bitterly. "I'm thinking of those who went home."
"Ah," James said, wry smirk crossing his face. "That gives us something in common. One of them a... friend of yours?"
"Suppose... you could say that," the man replied. "Lily Evans."
James raised an eyebrow curiously, but nodded and said nothing further. He had the sudden strong suspicion that he... really didn't want to know anything more than that. "Well, let me know if... you want the box," he said before he turned his attention back to flipping through the channels, and trying not to think too hard about how this man might know Lily, based on how his expression had shifted when he's said her name.