Who: James and open What: Meditation (aka Flying) Where: The Quidditch Pitch When: Sunday evening
With everything that had been happeing lately, it was really a miracle that James' head hadn't exploded yet. Mostly, he tried not to think about it, which seemed to be the best policy. Unfortunately this did not work part of the time, and so he had to find other ways to keep from flipping out.
James found flying to be incredibly theraputic. He'd recomend it to everyone if he could, but he wasn't stupid. He was well aware that some people were just miserable on a broom, which was really too bad, because he personally found it to be rather enjoyable. He'd often find himself in a near trance-like state while flying (though not so much when playing Quidditch) that was particularly useful in clearing his mind for lengthy periods of time. The only problem with this, of course, was that he was especially vulnerable. That is to say, someone could easilly sneak up on him without him noticing them. This could definitely prove to be somewhat dangerous if people weren't careful. Not that he didn't enjoy a bit of danger now and then.