potter; EVAN (potterlings) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-09-18 11:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: evan potter, character: james potter, location: godric's hollow |
who ? james and evan potter
when ? sunday morning, 18th september
where ? the potter house
what ? evan came for lily but stayed for james
status ? complete
For a change, Evan didn’t actually need anything from his parents house. No need for wellies or pots of paint or anything. Instead, he had gone over to drink tea with Lily. Evidently, this would have been a more efficient plan if Evan had first check whether his mum was home. Putting the kettle on (as often was the very first thing Evan did when he got to his childhood home), Evan called out ‘mum!’ on the top of his voice, only to be met with his mum not actually appearing in the kitchen.
Instead, after the second holler of ‘mum’ that rang throughout the house, James appeared instead and Evan frowned. “You’re not mum,” he informed his dad as if he wouldn’t already be aware of this fact. The kettle behind him boiled and Evan fetched a mug. And then another one for James, since Lily clearly wasn’t here to drink tea with him. “Will you be making sandwiches? Mum always gives me sandwiches,” he announced.
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James had been upstairs when he heard a shout coming from downstairs and while he knew he wasn't the parent Evan had been calling for, he also knew that Lily wasn't there. So he went downstairs to find him and let him know as much - and also to say hello, because why wouldn't he?
“Yes, sadly I’m not,” James said with a feigned sigh. “I’m just as disappointed as you are about that.” He moved into the kitchen when Evan got down a second mug, and smiled a bit at his question. “I'm sure I can manage some sandwiches. What kind would you like?”
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Evan gave a small nod when James said that he was as disappointed at not being Lily as Evan was. It was true, Lily was great and as far as Evan was concerned everyone should aim to be like Lily. “Ham and cucumber,” Evan replied when James said he could attempt sandwiches. Evan knew they wouldn’t be as good as when Lily makes them, but it wasn’t like James was completely useless.
“Tea,” Evan announced, putting the mug down for James, before taking a seat at the table with his own mug. “How are you?” He asked after taking a satisfying sip. “I heard about how you’re too pureblood and therefore corrupt, it’s a sad state of affairs, really,” Evan had of course read the papers. Had even sent James a mug. Evan also had opinions on the matter, but seeing how some of them definitely agreed with the papers, he wasn’t sure James would necessarily appreciate them right now. Maybe after sandwiches.
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“Ham and cucumber,” James repeated with a nod before setting to work making them some sandwiches. His sandwich making expertise was right up there with soup and pancakes, even if he wasn't Lily. He plated them up and set them on the table as he took a seat, moving his mug closer to his seat.
“I'm alright,” he said with a shrug, before huffing out a laugh. “Yes, I’m pureblood and not good at my job because of it, clearly.” To be fair, he was glad to not be spending every waking moment at work anymore, but he would rather that be because they'd caught the responsible party - not because he'd been kicked off the case. “How are you?”
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Rather than starting a rant about the DMLE and Evan’s opinions of it, he stuffed a sandwich in his mouth instead, offering a ‘thanks’ whilst half chewing it. Once the sandwich was washed down with some tea, Evan gave a shrug. “I’ve been well?” He offered. “What has happened?” He asked more to himself than to James since obviously James didn’t know and that’s why he had asked.
“Caitlin and I organised a bonfire, that was fun. Andrew and I went to a Murder Mystery weekend in a hotel, that was also fun. New term starts at the beginning of October so I’ve been doing uni prep,” Evan said trying to think back on other interesting things that had happened. “Oh, I had a dream. Well, both Andrew and I had a dream,” he explained. “Like for a whole week? It was a nice dream, we were having a baby and were looking for baby names, but like all the details are super vague by now,” it had been a nice dream, though, Evan still remembered how happy he had been every morning waking up.
Taking another sip of his tea and doing a superb job at not smirking into his mug, Evan gave James a look. “You have any interesting dreams lately?”
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James helped himself to one of the sandwiches he'd made while he listened to Evan list off everything he'd been up to. It was certainly a much more fun sounding list than if he'd been made to do the same, but then again he was an old grown up. He wouldn't say his life was boring but it was obviously less eventful than when he had been Evan’s age.
At the mention of the dream, James quirked an eyebrow. He knew it was something that had happened to others, but he hadn't heard much. Evan’s dream sounded quite nice, and he was glad it had been a pleasant shared dream rather than a bad one.
“I’m guessing you already know the answer to that question,” James replied dryly, leaning back in his chair and giving a shake of his head. “It was a very strange one, yes.”
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Evan was slightly disappointed that James wasn’t actually going to tell him about the dream. It was all very anti-climatic. “Spoilsport,” Evan told him before reaching for another sandwich. They were nice sandwiches. “So do you think it changes anything?” He asked chewing thoughtfully. “For you and mum, I mean,” he explained. “And I guess you and Sirius,” Evan didn’t think the dream him and Andrew had had changed anything at all, but they had also not had a dream involving another person.
“Did you talk with mum about it?” He asked remembering he had told Lily to talk to James about how she felt about the dream. “Being a little bit gay for someone outside your marriage, that’s important, no?” Evan assumed so, at least. Lily, from what he had gathered, also had seemed to assume so.
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James considered the questions as he took a few more bites of his sandwich, because they were good questions. It was easy to dismiss dreams as just that most of the time, because bizarre things happened in dreams almost always. It was more difficult to do that when it was a dream shared by all the people involved.
“I don't think so,” James began slowly, pausing to take a sip of his tea. “It was strange, and especially… that we all had it? But it was only a dream, and nothing I’ve ever even remotely considered in my real life.” He gave a soft huff of laughter and shook his head. “Whoever I was in that dream, he was the one who was a bit into Sirius. As much as he likes to claim he's irresistible, I’ve never had that type of feeling toward him - and considering how long we’ve known each other, I’d assume it would have happened by now.”
He let his hands rest loosely around his mug, thumbs tapping against it for a moment. “Your mum and I have talked about it all, of course. I don't understand what happened in the dream or how it got to where it was, but I know me in the here and now, and I love her very much. I always have. I don't think we should let some bizarre dream dictate our lives.”
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That made sense, Evan thought. He definitely agreed that one shouldn’t let dreams dictate what they did. Especially if they weren’t happy dreams. Though, from what Evan had gathered so far, the dream his parents had had, had hardly been a bad dream, just... odd. “Mum’s really great,” Evan told James. “Which I’m sure you know,” he added since James obviously did, how could he not?
“And you’re already super lucky she took you back, so don’t fuck it up,” Evan told James seriously. Evan absolutely adored Lily, this was not a secret. He had teased her about maybe needing two men to handle her because she was too great, but Evan really wasn’t sure why James would want to share her at all. “I’m sure there’s plenty of things you can do to spice up your sex life before you introduce threesomes,” Evan added this time not even bothering to stop a smirk from settling on his lips.
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“The greatest,” James agreed, because it was true. Lily had always been wonderful, and she'd only gotten better as they'd gone through the years together. As much as he'd loved her back when they got married, he loved her so much more where they were in their lives then. He laughed, shaking his head. “I know, I'm very lucky.”
He took a slow sip of his tea, raising an eyebrow across the table at his son. “While I don't deny that’s true, I wouldn't say our sex life lacks spice as is. Or that it ever has. Well, maybe back when you kids were all little and we were exhausted all the time from chasing you around, but…”
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“Hey, now,” Evan said pointing a finger at James. “Us kids is the best thing that ever happened to you. Well, Daisy and I, Harry obviously was a bad test run,” he told James before stuffing another sandwich in his mouth as if that in any way emphasised his point. It did not. “So, if it’s not the sex, then what is it?” Evan asked washing his sandwich down with more tea.
Tilting his head slightly, Evan frowned. “Do you think it’s just a dream? Because then it doesn’t really matter at all, right?” Since all of Evan’s questions treated the dream as more than a dream, he did have to admit that if it was just a dream, well, then it really didn’t matter, did it? It was just odd and that was it. “Mum and I were talking about how maybe it’s one of those alternative universe things. Just, you know, less sad,” because everything Evan had heard about the other universe, the one that had made Harry hex him, it didn’t seem like a nice place.
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“Did I ever say you weren't?” James asked, an easy grin spread across his features. “I wouldn't trade you kids for the world.”
Honestly, he'd written it all off as just a dream already. It didn't make sense to dwell on it considering, thought the fact that they'd all had it was curious. It certainly wasn't the first curious thing that had happened, not even within the year. “If you're asking if your mum and I had a problem that caused the dream, I certainly don't think so. It was a dream, strange as it was, and that's all.” He paused, thinking for a moment. “If it was, then it was definitely less sad than the other one. Everything in the dream felt like it made sense in the dream so if it was an alternate universe, we were all happy?”
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Evan nodded energetically when James explained how everything in the dream had felt like it fit there and how alternative universe or a dream, it had been happy. Evan fully agreed, having had a very similar experience with it. “I kept waking up happy, after the dream,” he explained. “It was nice, you know? We had a home and were a family, a happy dream,” Evan said before reaching for his tea.
“Right,” he said after having taken a drink and then reached for another sandwich. “So no threesomes for you and mum. Gay-like or otherwise,” Evan nodded. “I’m sure we’d get used to polygamous relationship, though, if you did want to,” Evan said thoughtfully. “Would you need a bigger bed? You’d probably need a bigger bed.” An extension on a bedroom really wouldn’t be all that difficult Evan though.
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James couldn't help but smile a little more at hearing Evan describe what his own dream experiences had been like. He was always glad when his kids were happy - whether for real life or dream reasons alike. “It sounds like it was nice. I'm glad you had such a happy dream. Did Andrew enjoy it, too?”
He tilted his head in thought. “I’d imagine we’d need a bigger bed, that would only make sense if we were adding another person in it.” They'd had it all figured out in the dream, so obviously it worked just fine. And at least some of the kids were used to it, since they'd been inviting them over. “I was glad to know that my chocolate chip pancakes are a hit in dream land as well as here.”
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“I think he did,” Evan replied when James asked if Andrew, too, had enjoyed the dream. “It was a dream that was hard not to enjoy,” he admitted. Evan had been very pleased that neither of them had really been bothered by the idea of having a baby together one day. Maybe if the dream had happened a few months back it would’ve been different, but it was hard to be unhappy about it now when they were doing well and when waking up from it had put them in such a good mood.
Reaching for another sandwich, Evan nodded. “Your chocolate chip pancakes are really good,” he assured, because they were. “These sandwiches,” he added tapping a finger against the sandwich in his hand. “Are also not bad,” Evan announced before stuffing it in his mouth. “Mum’s are obviously better, but that’s just a life fact you have to accept,” he told James whilst chewing.
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“Oh good, I’m glad.” It was always nice to know someone was having good dreams, even if they were somewhat strange. Plus it was nice to know Andrew had enjoyed it as well. James didn't know too much about him, but if Evan was happy that was the important part.
James grinned at what Evan said, then laughed. “I'm glad my sandwiches pass the test,” he said, picking another one for himself and taking a bite. “And I resigned myself to your mum’s… well, pretty much everything being better than mine a long time ago. It's nothing I haven't heard before.” He leaned back in his chair as he took a bite. “Were you looking for her for any reason, or just stopping by in general?”
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Evan was glad that James accepted that Lily was always better than him. Lily, as far as Evan was concerned, was always better than everybody. James probably wouldn’t have been married to her for as long as he had been if he didn’t acknowledge that fact. “Oh, just in general, I suppose,” he replied with a small shrug. “I didn’t have much to do so I thought I’d come drink tea with mum,” Evan explained. He did generally just like hanging out with Lily.
“This hasn’t been terrible, though,” he informed James. “Have you got much else exciting to tell me?” Evan enquired. “Because if not, I might just go and come back later for mum,” he said with a small shrug. Evan didn’t really think he was as good at talking to his dad as he was talking to his mum, but at least Evan felt he was trying, which was good, right?
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James couldn't help but smile at Evan’s proclamation that it hadn't been terrible to have him there instead of Lily, despite the inferior sandwiches. He hadn't expected there to be much cause for his son’s visit, but he did always find it nice when one of their kids popped round. Especially since he actually had time to be home since his responsibilities at work had lessened.
“I don't think there's much exciting going on,” James admitted with a shrug. “Sorry to disappoint.” He drank what was left of his tea and nudged the plate of sandwiches. “Did you want to take the rest home with you?”
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“Oh, yes, please,” Evan nodded when James asked if he wanted to take the rest of the sandwiches home with him. It wouldn’t do to waste them (Evan did realise that they’d probably still get eaten either by James or by Lily, but that was hardly important, not when they could be eaten by Evan). Getting up, Evan went to fetch some sandwich bags so he could stuff the remaining sandwiches into them.
Having gathered up the food, Evan gave James a nod. “Okay, well, tell mum I came by and was sad because she wasn’t here. Overplay the sad bit, maybe add some tears or something,” Evan told James in a serious tone, but also not in any way expecting James to do that. “And I’ll see you soon?” He offered with a small shrug. “Probably next time I come over to see mum and she opts to be inconveniently out and about instead.”
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James got up to take their mugs to the sink while Evan got the sandwiches ready for taking. It had been a nice break in his day - not that he'd been doing anything terribly important to begin with, but still. It was always nice to stop and sit and have some tea, especially with the company of someone else. Assuming that person wasn't horrible, which Evan wasn't.
“I'll do my best to muster up some tears,” James said solemnly, nodding in agreement. “I'll make sure she knows she was very missed.” He offered his son a smile. “I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”
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“Good, good,” Evan nodded, when James assured him he’d give the tears a go. “Okay, good, thanks for the sandwiches,” he told James waving the bag. Departing from the kitchen, preferring to make an actual exit rather than just apparate away, Evan gave a small wave over his shoulder. “Bye, not-mum,” he called out before the door shut behind him.