My head hurts. Date: Wednesday, 3 December Time: Afternoon Location: Number 12 Grimmauld Pl Character: James Potter and Sirius Black
That was it. He was going to charm his windows. He'd find a way to prevent them from admitting sunlight until he was already awake.
Rolling over in bed, James realized he was still wearing jeans. Ugh. And his shoes. A groping hand patted his pockets, searching out for his wand. Instead, he first found his pocket watch. Clicking it open produced a surprisingly loud sound. It was too bright, things were a bit too loud, but at least he didn't feel his stomach was about to rebel. Something to be said for little miracles. As soon has he opened his mouth, he nearly coughed, the whole of his body suddenly demanding actual water. Closing his watch, he figured he'd slept through the worst of it.
Gruffly rolling out of bed, he rather ungracefully kicked off his shoes. He'd already begun reaching down to take off his socks when he realized he wasn't wearing any. With a roll of his eyes he picked up a t-shirt from the floor. After ruffling his hair back up , one hand slipped his glasses onto his face as the other found his wand (also on the floor). It only took him a couple of tries to hook the thing into his back pocket.
Bypassing the bathroom completely, he headed down the stairs, smoothing his shirt as he went. His eyes were barely open, relying more on memory to get him to the kitchen. He was dragging his glasses back off, setting them down on the counter before turning on the cold water at the sink. Splashing his face clean made him feel much more human. A fumbling hand reached up, opened the cupboard, and retrieved a large glass. Two glasses of freezing water later, his head felt much better. At least now it was just the familiar throb of the ache for caffeine.