Scene: Potter reunion WHO: James and Harry Potter WHAT: Finding each other WHERE: Third unit, the Enclave WHEN: Backdated to March 30, morning WARNING: Probable mentions of character death and language
After his early morning conversation with Hope, James had reluctantly stumbled up to the Enclave, finding the third door without much trouble. Bloody good thing, really, because he had about as much brain power as a broken bludger by that point. He didn’t even really glance around inside... just located an empty bedroom, crawled under the covers fully clothed and passed out.
After a few hours fitful sleep, haunted with glowing marks in the sky and distant screams, James gently eased the bedroom door open again, taking his first proper look around the flat. Merlin, he thought as he stepped forward. Who was in charge of decorating this? The young wizard skimmed a hand absently over the smooth kitchen work surface, before curling his fingers closed. The polished band of his wedding ring was cold beneath his fingertips. A quick cup of tea, perhaps... maybe a bite to eat... then he'd crack back on. There had to be a way back. Surely. Magic was rarely a one way street, even when time was involved.
At least the kettle was still recognisable, even if it looked totally barmy. All silver and shiny like something out of that film Lily had once dragged him to. Ignoring the twist of panic in his gut, James pulled his wand from his back pocket and flicked it casually in the right direction. Steam immediately beginning to pour from the spout and he turned to try and dig out a mug from one of the many cupboards.