Re: Log: James P/Sirius B
[The bath wasn't so deep as it felt when one submerged oneself. If James stood, it might come to his chest somewhere, but outside the comfortable confines of the water, he felt chilled. He was no Muggle, so whatever symbolism there was in him retreating to water, mother and womb, was lost on him. He mussed his already wanton hair with a habitual ruffling of his hair, another comforting gesture disguised and confused by the boy himself. He smiled as he led ripples through the bubbles and the bath, but that smile died (like his parents had!—That wasn't funny).
Black brows drew together as James stopped in front of Sirius. He listened until he was splashed in the face. He retaliated with a full arm swipe of the surface of the water, sending a glass wall of water toward Sirius where he sat.] —I know they're your family too. [He scratched his head. He took a deep breath.] Okay. They're fine. [The smile notched back onto his lips, half-heartedly.] Hating us in the south of France whilst you feel up a man in a skirt.