James Freaking Potter (sirprongsalot) wrote in solemnly_sworn, @ 2011-07-16 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: caradoc dearborn, character: james potter, player: abigail, player: ali |
Who Caradoc Dearborn & James Potter
What Discussing Death Eaters
When Early july
Where Hogshead
Rating PG
Status (In Progress on Google Docs)
James was a big fan of this. It really did make him feel like an adult to be out in a pub, gearing up to meet with a fellow member of the Order of the Phoenix to go over the events of his failed attempt to rescue the Minister of Magic. It was a meeting that he had hoped Sirius Black could have accompanied him on, but James had since changed his mind on that.
Sirius had a lot of growing up to do still. Sure, they were still teenagers, but it didn't matter. Men a lot younger than him had died in wars they'd never seen.
Potter picked up his pint and took a sip as he looked around the Hog's Head. He'd never liked it here. He was convinced that the barkeep (and the barkeep's goats) kept shooting him dirty looks.
On the other hand, Caradoc felt right at home at the Hog's Head. No one asked too many questions or even cared what you were doing, as long as it wasn't affecting them personally. Aberforth was rough, but a good sort, and it wasn't like Caradoc was extremely polished himself.
He'd come in from work, and clad in old work clothes, he fit right in with the rest of the denizens of the bar. It wasn't hard to spot his young Order mate, looking a bit uncomfortable as he drank his ale and Caradoc grinned to himself as he moved over to join him. "Whatever's good," was his order as he took a seat on the barstool next to James, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "You look like you expect someone to jump you, my friend."
"It's all good." Aberforth Dumbledore grunted, (the noise actually making James cringe a little) as he poured Caradoc something he knew the man would like because he'd had it enough times already.
Potter looked at Dumbledore and wrinkled his nose. He actually had no idea that this man was related to his brilliant headmaster, and probably wouldn't have believed it even if he'd been told by Albus himself. So, clutching his drink, he turned to Dearborn to address what the man had said.
"When you get jumped, I suppose the look stays with you a while." He said, glad that Caradoc hadn't opted for one of Sirius' favourite's. Although James knew he did sometimes take on the appearance of a 'deer in headlights' he really didn't like hearing it from people who didn't know about Prongs, it made him nervous.
Caradoc flashed Aberforth a grin and took his beer. He focused his attention back on James. "Oh, you'll get over that. First time you've been in a fight?"
"No." He admitted. "No, I've been in plenty of fights. None quite like this, but I've been in plenty."
He knew the people that Severus hung about with, so as far as he was concerned, Severus was a Death Eater. He couldn't prove it, not yet, but he was certainly the type--and he certainly thought like one. That meant, in Potter's mind, that he had a world of experience with this kind of thing.
"Schoolyard scuffles or actual fights?" Caradoc asked dryly, picking up his ale and taking a swallow. "There's a world of difference, if you haven't figured it out yet."
"I have, thanks." James shot him a bit of a look and shifted on his bar stool. He knew that, apparently, his old rag behind the counter was in the Order as well, but he still wasn't that comfortable talking about what had happened to him until the man had taken his leave. He pursed his lips and thought about the fight he'd just had with Severus, where they'd practically thrown each other down the stairs. "Recently, in fact. I don't know what that has to do with anything."
"Just conversation," Caradoc said idly, raising an eyebrow at him. "Didn't realize you were all business, Jamie. But all right, on with it. What'd you want to talk to me about?"
James, obviously, was more than capable of pulling a joke or being not serious about things, but he was under a lot of stress lately and quite a bit miserable thanks to the events that he had to now recall for Caradoc and he didn't like the idea that the older man wasn't taking him seriously, even if he'd only been joking around to try and lighten the mood.
"I've got to tell you want happened." James said. "Or at least what I can remember of it, and I want you to--well, maybe give me a bit of advice on something. Maybe."
Caradoc set down his drink and focused on James. He nodded at him to continue.