RP: Morning Patrol Characters: James, Sirius Time/Date: 8 AM and on, September 21 Location: outside the hotel Warnings/Rating: None? Summary: James and Sirius ... patrol Status: Player drop
Sirius was pleased. Sirius was smug. Sirius was trying not to be an arrogant bastard, because he knew James was hurting. He also knew James was resiliant and would bounce back from this and hopefully not be obsessing over Evans, who clearly was being an idiot if she was turning down Prongs, but Sirius would have it no other way.
James was his, plain and simple. He wasn't ready to let go of him. Especially not to Evans, who was clearly only out to break his heart. While he hadn't yet offered to hex the bastard for James, he would in time. They first had to figure out who the bastard was though, but he didn't think that would take long.
People talked, after all, and broadcast things all over the stupid network, and for all they knew, they stood the chance of walking in on her snogging the bloke on a couch somewhere. Not that he was in a rush to see that, but at least then he'd know who he had to hex to please his mate.
Sirius cast his silver dog toward the door before he stepped out after it, inhaling the recycled air. "All right?" he called over to James, expecting to see his mate's stag bounding along after the dog any moment now. Surely James could still think a happy thought or two, but if he couldn't, Sirius would help him out.