James Potter (stagswag) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2015-12-21 23:26:00 |
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WHO. James and Daisy Potter, and later Remus Lupin
WHEN. 20 July 2000 | Thursday, noon
WHERE. Flourish & Blotts, the Potter homestead [Godric's Hollow], then Remus' home - Moonkshood Cottage [Hogsmeade]
SUMMARY. James got an unexpected day off work due to good behaviour, and he decided to surprise/treat his family. Little did he know what awaited him at home!
CHALLENGE. Backstory (Provoke), BINGO (Flourish & Blotts, His inability to command the attention of the room was almost miraculous.)
Whenever an opportunity to spoil his family presented itself James Potter was always quick on the uptake, so when the powers that be asked him what he was playing at coming to work that Thursday when he was scheduled off, the overeager Auror took it as permission to hightail out of his stuffy, disorganized office and make headway back home. Of course he couldn't just turn up empty handed. This was a special occasion. After all, how many times does one's boss ask them to leave a job save for termination of employment?
Deciding to stop by Flourish & Blotts to pick up the latest in a series his daughter was reading, When You Can't Outrun a Zombie, James decided to conveniently sneak a copy of his latest edition of "The Application to Date My Daughter" in the front for good measure. Why not? He had spent the better half of yesterday at work inking out the final questions. Surely it would be more well received by his baby girl if he disguised it as a gift! Just in case it wasn't, however, he had spares stashed away in his desk at work in the occasion it was torn to shreds or used as a projectile. James already had planned to surprise Lily by tidying up after the mess he'd left the night before, to cook his youngest his favourite supper (roast dinner), and finally to persuade Daisy to help him make Harry one of his most cherished desserts (treacle tarts). If all panned out according to his lofty plans, his family would be left yearning for more days off for the man of the house!
Immediately upon apparating into his entryway James tossed his work robes on the hall tree, taking mental note to put them where they belonged before Lily got home. He was just about to head for the kitchen to see what he had left to buy in order to make plans for dinner that night when he heard a thud upstairs. Daisy's room. That definitely was from Daisy's room. With the change in plans, he scooped up his new purchase from Flourish & Blotts and headed upstairs, skipping every 2 steps along the way.
Trying to thrust open the door but feeling it catch on something, James tugged at the garment with his foot before opening the door the rest of the way. Not one but two people were occupying his daughter's bed, and Daisy was clearly the owner of that stray blouse on the floor. To refrain from throwing it, James set the book down on his daughter's dresser. If there was anything that could provoke his foul temper on an otherwise pleasant afternoon, this was it. He towered in the doorway, arms crossed smugly over his chest as he stood there. Surely the creak of the door would've stopped the teenagers from progressing?
Unfortunately for the daughter and father alike, his inability to command the attention of the room was almost miraculous. In a rather unsuave manner James cleared his throat, bending over to pick up his daughter's shirt and toss it at the girl. He tried to keep collected, not wanting to remember all the shenanigans he got up to in that very same room when he was Daisy's age, when finally breaking the silence. "I'll thank you to get off my little girl, son." Trudging over to her bed James picked up the boy's trousers and threw them over his head, then grabbing him by the arm to lift him off Daisy.
James could cause quite a scene when he damn well wanted to, and this was fixing to be one of those times. Lifting the poor boy's shirt off his daughter's bookshelf with the tip of his wand, James slid the apparel into Daisy's suitor's hands. He then ripped the application he'd made out of Daisy's new novel, shoving that at the rather speechless teen and escorting him downstairs by wandpoint.
"Take care to read through that. I reckon you'll find you're under the section of 'those not qualified to come within 100 kilometres of my daughter.' You better pray I don't recognise you on the streets, lad," James hollered after him, watching with pure pleasure as the scared prat took off running half-naked down the road.