Re: log: lily & james & hiding harry
Honestly, Evans, scones. [James' smile waxed wide and, he imagined, charming. He rocked forward onto the toes of his shining black shoes, laces magicked into lopsided bows, then back onto his heels, his agitation and excitement entirely palpable. His spirits weren't at all dampened by the famous hands-on-hips reaction he quite often elicited from Lily Evans—if anything, his glee seemed to grow. But, then she was coming closer and his mind went into a frenzy until she settled against the countertop. He followed her suit and oh so casually joined her, hip to the lip of the counter and his hands still held in the depths of swallowing pockets.
A small House Elf in a cockeyed chef's hat tugged on the boy's robes where they hung from his elbow and offered him a plate of cranberry scones. James gave his sincerest thanks and set the china on the counter between himself and Evans. He broke the corner off of one of the pastries and popped it into his mouth, his brown eyes on his fellow Head person as she turned ruminative.
James turned his gaze to the room at large, a part of him wondering if Harry had shown up yet or not ('shown up'—ha! No, of course he hadn't shown up; good one, James). He smiled idiotically to himself, before he muted his expression into something as thoughtful as Lily's. After a moment, he shrugged, the seriousness no longer put-upon. His good humor lingered in the creases around his eyes even the frames of his glasses couldn't obscure.] It feels strange, sure. [He moved to fold his arms across his chest.] But you have to admit there are some advantages—for one, we aren't destined to die in two years, which I find quite liberating. [James' features softened a little in the candlelight.] You're having a difficult time settling in. [He looked down at his shoes.] I'm sorry. I know I'm lucky—Sirius and Remus are here and all. I don't know what I'd do without them.