WHO: James S. Potter, Rose Weasley, Ron Weasley WHAT: Harrassing Ron of course. Duh! WHEN: Backdated to Sunday afternoon (not to interfere with Dalek hunting! search and .. something) WHERE: The Apartment Complex RATING: PG-13. I mean, Molly Weasley might TRY but these are genetic Weasleys. Potty mouths will be had. STATUS: Closed/In Progress
It was with an indifferent posture, James leaned against the wall near his cousins door. With two sharp raps, he knocked on Rose's door, waiting for her to answer it. Sure, he could have simply apparated into her bedroom. But James respected people's privacy. Mostly. Sort of. There were moments where this was true. If'd been Al or Hugo or Fred or Louis or ... well, if it'd been any of them, he'd have just went in. It's not like they didn't have anything he didn't have (mature mindset for a twenty year old, wasn't it?). Plus there was the added fact that neither were as painful in immediate retaliation as Rose was. Or Lily-Lu. Not to mention in the form of retaliation in the near (or not so near) future. James really didn't want to spend the next month looking over his shoulder, only to let his guard down and be viciously attacked by his cousin, simply because he couldn't wait a few minutes for her to come out.
Want to guess how many years it'd taken James to learn this actual lesson?
No matter. As it was clear he hadn't learned much, since he was already straightening himself and knocking harder on Rose's door. "Oi! Rose! Are you in there?"