James S. Potter the Greatest has moves like Jagger (king_james) wrote in wariscoming,
Ron Weasley - Rose Weasley - James SiriusOPEN.
Repairs. Funnily enough, or well funnily enough if you didn't know him, the word the word didn't cause him to panic or fill him with dread. It wasn't that James liked cleaning. To this day, he attempted to foist his chores off on his younger siblings ... and he didn't even live with them anymore. James' place was a mess of items strewn all over the place and cartons of muggle food. Music sheets and clothing from people not him, both female and male alike. Cleaning? James Sirius Potter didn't clean. Never did unless under the force of Molly Weasley's glare or his mother's. And probably never would. Since neither Sam or the rest of them were either of the women previously mentioned, it was more than likely James would sit down and watch everyone else scrub and clean.
Repairs, well repairs were another matter. Being the hellion that he was, and his mother being as practical as she was, James had had to learn from an early age how to repair the things he broke, or else risk consequences. And time spent with his grandfather Arthur got an interest in muggle methods. He could weild a hammer like the best of them. So James would help with that. Cleaning associated with repairs ... well, that demended on the mess and his mood. But one could rest assured when it was time to start dusting, James would conventiantly manage to disappear.
As it was, at the moment, he was just exploring the place. Taking in things, and mentally ticking off what might be nice with what, and where they might have to magically enlarge something. He was walking when he noticed something, or rather someone lying down. James quirked a brow, he'd know that was anyway. After all, he'd learned how to avoid cleaning from the best.
He hesitated only a moment. He might not like the younger male at the moment but that didn't mean he was going to run away from him. James ran away from nothing. Which was both his strength and one of his greatest faults.
James paused again, only to grin maddly when he heard Rose's voice. Walking into the room, he leaned against he door, arms crossed. "Reckon I should go get her?" He asked his cousin. There was no way Ron could doubt who's child James was. His hair was growing out but the mess of it, the mess of it was all Harry's, and those eyes. Harry and Albus had Lily's eyes, but James'? James' eyes were entirely Ginny's. James, in apperance, looked like a mix of relatives but there was no mistaking the eyes.