Re: log: lily & james & hiding harry
[James was pleased to have moved from his every word earning the roll of sparkling green eyes to a grin, even if it was pointed at him. He didn't mind being the butt of jokes. He was just happy something about him brought Evans a laugh.—But she was right, he said nothing about her concession to missing her friends. He didn't see it as a small thing, as pouting, as oblivious as he was to the connections others had with each other outside of him. He figured, if he was as close with his mates as he was, most must feel similarly. Sirius was as much James' brother as his friend and he'd have been devastated to appear in a future without him, and not only because it was a laugh watching Snivellus Snape try to work around his apparent reputation as a professor.
The boy crumbled the rest of the scone he had pinched between his fingers to the floor, unthinking as to the fact that the House Elves would have to clean it up later—it took a swish of the hand or some such, regardless, didn't it? He glanced up at Evans, having partially forgotten Harry was there with them, as the girl brought up the very name he'd been thinking.
Snape.] Must? Evans, [he scoffed, entirely incredulous in a gleam of glasses in light of flames.] You must do nothing. You don't owe someone forgiveness if you don't wish to give it. [James shrugged. He tried to sound sincere as he continued.] If, however, you do wish to, it's your prerogative. But, surely, don't let what is now history—and for us future—dictate in opposition to how you feel, if it's not what you want. [The boy cleared his throat, the earnestness coming in full now, unintended but blossomed.] Peter, for instance. Betrayed me—us—I suppose... it was a grave offense.—Ha! Grave!—[Seriousness reacquired.] Right. But I'm not Sirius, and I cannot find it in myself to fully blame the boy I knew. [He appeared pained then, eyebrows pinched, worried, uncharacteristically, briefly, he'd spoken too much, that perhaps he was coming off too... dour or serious or not making any sense at all.
But at that moment, as candlelight fluttered so lightly behind Evans' red hair, as if stirred by a puff of breath, he remembered Harry and his invisible attendance. Abruptly, his demeanor became more jovial once again.] Ah, but, listen to me. Boring stuff, that. [He smiled and leaned on the counter toward the girl.] Shall we discuss [Emphasis here.] our son [And a wide smile.] you've not yet worked the nerve up to see?