jamie valenti (jamiewon) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-02-12 17:26:00 |
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With a glance at the clock, James slipped his polo off over his head and reached for the shirt he had stashed back in his locker in the back room of the Bark Yard. He had promised Evans that he’d swing by the take-out place before coming back to the flat so they wouldn’t be arsed to cook dinner, and his mouth was starting to water at the thought of the order of sesame chicken he had phoned in over his break. Things were still tense after everything that went down; he didn’t like seeing Lily curled up under a pile of blankets on the couch, sobbing over a movie, or how everyone else in the Tower could sense that something was going on with “their world.” Gossip traveled faster here than in bloody Hogwarts. He clocked out and headed out, depositing a few treats in the cages as he passed the wagging tails, and rubbed his face when he got to the Tower’s lobby. He shot a few smiles to the people that he passed and tucked his phone in his back pocket. Like the trip to the Grand Canyon, James wanted to go off the network for a bit. He wasn’t used to a society that was so heavily dependent on written words; there wasn’t anything like this back in his time. Words and the meanings behind them were up to the interpretation of the reader, not the poster, and often things were lost in translation. He was thinking about this as he skirted a potted plant, and his hazel eyes landed on a familiar head of dark hair that refused to be tamed by any form of magical or muggle means. “Harry,” he called out, jerking his head in the direction of the doors. “I’m just on my way out to grab some take away. Want to walk with me?” |