Who: James, Sirius, Harry, (and Ginny and Remus?) What: Food and...serious conversations Where: Ginny and Harry's cottage When: Evening? Warnings | Status: Death talk, nonsense, sadness, a desire for strong alcohol | in progress
Today he was going to meet his son. He was going to meet his son who was not one anymore. There was a twenty-four year age difference between the Harry he knew and the Harry he was meeting. James' mind was a bit boggled by it all. His clothes had turned up...and Sirius had disappeared for a little while there. To where? He wasn't sure, but he smelled a bit like alcohol, so James figured that he went to drink...without him.
It was the second thing that tipped him off to the possibility of serious conversations to come. Or was it the third? That all depended on if he counted the odd staring as the first...or the way Sirius had been acting when he first found him. That would make it the fourth. Maybe the weird behaviour could all be put into one category, which would make it the third again. That had been too much thinking, really. The main point, the thing he was the most focused on, was that whatever this conversation was, it was serious. It took a lot of effort not to ask what it was. Much as he wanted to avoid it now that he knew it would be serious, he wanted to know so he could figure out how much alcohol he'd need to make it go away.
He stopped outside of the door, knocking out of habit. His mind started to think of the answers to the possible questions he would be asked before he reminded himself: You're not in hiding anymore, James. No one asks questions so you can get in places anymore. "Oi! Hurry up! I thought you lot were supposed to be all sorts of excited about seeing me. I might just burst into your cottage in a moment." That said, he decided it sounded like a much more fun idea than standing here, so he opened the door and bounced through the door. "Hello, fellow Potters!"