InsaneJournal

who. Harry and James Potter
what. Talking. Making up? Fighting? I don't know!
where. London


James had gotten a message from Harry telling him that they needed to talk. His first instinct told him to ignore the boy, that he wasn't really worth James' time. James Potter was stupidly proud. Had it been anyone else but Harry - his boy - he wouldn't have let the little voice in the back of his head gnaw away at him.

After a few minutes of back and forth via text message, James left the flat for a park. It was a safe, quiet spot. The sort of spot where the two of them could get away with spell casting. They could hex one another without fear of hurting passersby or destroying property. If it came to that. James hoped it wouldn't, but wasn't really sure what to expect.

Wrapping his arms around himself, James paced up and down a dark path and waited for Harry.