novus_james (novus_james) wrote in novus_sceptrum, @ 2009-12-03 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | when: december 1999, where: private residence, who: caradoc dearborn, who: harry potter, who: james potter, who: orion black |
Characters: James Potter, Orion Black, Caradoc Dearborn?, Harry Potter
Date: December 3, 1999
Location: Llanelli, Wales
Rating: TBD
Summary: James is the executor of his parents' will, and now is doing his job as his father requested on his death bed.
Status: In Progress
Talking to Sirius these days was enough to set even the most forgiving of wizards' teeth on edge. Not that James didn't love his cousin to death and then some, but when Sirius got into his cups there was simply nothing sacred anymore, and exchanging words with him was almost certain to lead to insult, injury, and possibly both for both parties. With Remus back things might be better but James didn't know, because he hadn't seen him since the tragedy at Jericho.
James was not feeling overly optimistic today as he meandered down the street with his hands in his pockets, looking for the proper house. Just a few months ago they had all been at relative peace, pretending life was okay, everyone was together and at least somewhat happy and safe. Now things were being thrown into such disarray that some days he wasn't even sure what was going on. He woke up to unfamiliar walls every few nights, moving from inn to inn or hotel to hotel ever since his parting with Lily, not really finding anywhere he felt compelled to settle into a flat in. Not that he really minded the lifestyle so much, it wasn't like he was an old man and he was quite wealthy given that he'd had almost twenty years of life during which he'd been completely unable to spend his inheritance.
Gone were the days when James Potter could stroll down Diagon Alley without a care, popping in and out of shops at whim and buying what he pleased, relaxing outside of the cafes with a butterbeer and his friends. No, twenty years of hiding (Hiding! Like animals! James Potter, reined in like a pretty little pet, so tied down that a tiny and very necessary stunt like a bit of chaos in a hospital got such disapproval from the so-called 'soldiers' in the Order!) and of keeping a low profile meant he'd lived a very boring, sedate lifestyle that had not involved much spending. Or enjoyment of life, for that matter.
He was really starting to think they all should have moved to the States.
James was pulled out of his thoughts as he found the right house, the one belonging to Caradoc Dearborn. It was a quaint little place, looked peaceful enough, and for a moment he actually wondered if the directions he'd been given were correct. Then again, Caradoc had always been a bit more the type to enjoy this sort of place than people like he or Sirius.
He made his way up to the door and glanced around, ensuring that he hadn't in fact been followed, and knocked on the door, shoving his hands in his pockets and glancing around again as he waited.