InsaneJournal

who. Lily and James
what. Moving stuff around and talking and other things, possibly
when. A few days back
where. Casa de Potter


Some wizards, James knew, relied too heavily on their wands. Though James never left home without his, he didn't use it constantly. There was something to be said about doing things with your hands. His parents had taught him that. And the fact that James often acted before thinking helped matters. In a pinch, James would rather get into a fistfight than a wandfight. Usually, when a wizard threatened him with magic, he countered with a punch to the stomach or nose.

That wasn't to say he wouldn't show off his magic skills at any chance. He was a good spell caster. And a ham. But when he was alone, or thinking quickly, or stressed and in need of an outlet, he'd leave his wand aside.

Bree was moving in with them for good. So James decided, while she was out at school, that it probably would be best that their guest room be changed around a little so that she could be more comfortable.

James stared at the empty guest room. The sheets were neatly folded. Bree was a good kid. She looked after herself well enough, cleaned up her messes and kept quiet. James thought about how weird it was that he was responsible for another human being. It was even stranger than being a father or grandfather. James sucked in a breath, not wanting to over think things, and turned.

The front door rattled. James perked instantly. "Lily?"