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Star (silentstar) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2009-11-23 15:50:00

Entry tags:

james sirius potter, star

Who: Star and open
Where: Apartment kitchen
When: Afternoon-evening, before dark
Warnings: None likely

Star was celebrating a successful shopping trip by making stir fry, she'd found a proper wok at a secondhand store where she'd been picking up some colder-weather clothes than she'd needed previously.

She wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but she was good at following directions, which were on both the package of noodles and the packet of sauce. Just at that particular moment she'd finished washing the veggies and was working on getting them all diced, she'd also found a beat up old tapedeck and a Guns n' Roses greatest hits tape, which she was playing at a moderate volume, head bobbing along in time.

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king_james
2009-11-24 03:04 am UTC (link)

James was hungry. If you paid attention to ... anyone James was always hungry. Which really wasn't an exaggeration since the amount of food that the young man could put away could rival his Uncle Ron. So it wasn't at all unexpected to see him lurking about the kitchen. It was one of his favorite places at Burrow, just beating where Grandpa Arthur kept all his muggle devices.

He was hoping to grab some of those cookies and muffins left out from the other day ... if there were any left. He was still miffed on missing out on the pie. Hands threading through long slightly unkempt hair (what did you expect? He's a Potter), James focus was so much on food. So much on trying to figure out how he'd swindle a piece of cake without much trouble that he almost missed the music playing.

It was a toss up which he loved more. Rock music. Or food. Yep, he tended to love his classics that much and Guns n' Roses were one of his favorites. Being a huge fan of Slash's playing and Axel's voice.

Slowing his steps, James entered the kitchen, nose sniffing the air and ears intent on the music. Pausing at the entryway, he spotted a woman. Star. He recognized her. Smirk quirking his lips slightly, he knocked on the doorframe, "May I come in or is this a private affair?"

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silentstar
2009-11-24 03:17 am UTC (link)

She blinked up at the voice, then smiled, waving him in, scribbling out a quick note on the magnetic whiteboard -another new acquisition- on the fridge: More the merrier Even with a marker her handwriting was tidy and blocky. She added: making stir fry under her first line, making sure he'd read it before erasing it again to give herself more space, should she need it.

Which she did a moment later, once she'd finished chopping the carrots: James, right?

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king_james
2009-11-24 03:50 am UTC (link)

James watched as she moved, reading what she wrote, nodding slightly. More to himself than anything. Stir fry, huh? He wouldn't mind some Asian right about now. "Sounds delicious." He said, grin broad, as he further entered the room. "Do you need any help with anything?" He offered. He knew his way around his kitchen. He was better with a screw driver but he could boil water and watched as something cooked. He could even do a few minimal things the muggle way, like make this Ramen thing. It was pretty bloody fantastic. Could spend the entire day on it, he could. In fact he would spend days on it when his mum or his nana weren't popping by his flat to check up on things.

If James didn't love his family so much, he would have taken it in his head to move out of country, like his Charlie had. But he loved the attention and he reckoned that his Nana was becoming at odd ends, since her grandchildren were all getting older and married. The massive brood of Weasley/Potters still at Hogwarts was very near zero. At least at the time he was from.

"Yeah, I'm James. Flattered that you remembered." He said with a slight raise of his brow, and a flirtatious, mischievous, tilt to his smile.

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silentstar
2009-11-24 05:04 am UTC (link)

She closed one eye, it was less a wink and more an 'I'm watching you', but she was still smiling all the same, amused mostly. She reached over to turn the music down, just a little, finishing lining up the dishes of chopped veggies, firmest ones closest to the stove, softest ones further away, cooking order.

She shrugged at the question, then scribbled out: help me find a stirrer? She hadn't realized there wasn't one at hand until just then, already starting to go through drawers while the pan heated.

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king_james
2009-11-24 05:05 pm UTC (link)

The look that crossed James face as his brows both raised and bunched together at her question managed to look blank and befuddled at the same time. What the bloody hell was a stirrer?

Not wanting to say he didn't know what it was, after just offering. James did what his was called the "ineffectual search", which basically lead him to moving around a bit (mostly in some oblong shape pattern), lifting things here and there and just scanning things over with his eyes. As he tried to figure out what stirrer might look like. Luckily enough, he noticed what she hadn't. At least he hoped it was it. "That it?" He asked pointing at the cooking utensil, before reaching over and picking it up. Her back was to him, so he brought it over for her to get a better look at it.

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silentstar
2009-11-24 07:44 pm UTC (link)

Star was fairly well used to stirring things with peeled down sticks, so any sort of utensil was still a novelty and a luxury to her, she blinked up at his question, grinning and giving him a thumbs up as he brought it over, giving him the sign language for 'thank you', fingers brushing her lower lip and chin before sweeping her hand down in an arc to tap the back of it against the palm of her other hand.

She wasn't sure if he knew what it meant, so once she'd gotten back to the whiteboard she scribbled a quick: Thanks! and then: This'll work, I'm used to using sticks or screwdrivers or sometimes army punched-tin utensils

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king_james
2009-11-25 02:35 am UTC (link)

After the the thumbs up sign, she had lost him and James attempted to not allow the confusion show on his face. However, when she wrote out the thank you the grin returned, and he shrugged with a modesty that James had never been capable of a day in his life, "Ah. It was nothing. You're welcome."

As he read on, he let out a low chuckle. "I've used a screwdriver before. Almost used by wand once by accident." The explosion of that would have filled him with an equal mixture of interesting and irritated.

James could set up plans and sheets of music for his band like nobodies business. His clothes were always in terrific condition. And when he'd been captain of Gryffindor he'd run things with such a method of organization that it would have made Oliver Wood and his Uncle Percy weep with joy. Charts and everything. However, his kitchen wasn't exactly the neatest. And while with his tools he was as organized as could be as well, sometimes things did slip his mind. Especially when his stomach made it's demands. As it did at the moment, with a small but easily heard growl.

James, at least, managed to look sheepish. "Sorry about that." Though he didn't look particularly sorry. He never apologized for being hungry.

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silentstar
2009-11-25 03:07 am UTC (link)

She laughed at the stomach rumble, throwing her head back, it was like a pantomime of a laugh, really, an exceptionally good one, because she still didn't make a sound, already adding things to the pan and stirring continuously, swapping hands so she could wipe down the board and write in: wand?.

That was a new one by her, really, at least, in the literal sense, she had grown up around soldiers after all and she knew the metaphorical sense well enough.

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king_james
2009-11-25 03:55 am UTC (link)

James smile diminished slightly. It should have been obvious that the fact that she couldn't talk meant that she couldn't laugh. But then, looking at her ... the lack of sound-which was a bit strange, yes-did nothing to take away from her obvious enjoyment. And just as quickly James smile returned to it's previous brightness.

Looking at what she wrote, he blinked for a second. Right. Wand. Not everyone knew about those ruddy books and those bloody movies. And for that he was grateful for. He always had his wand on, him out of habit. And he pulled it from the deep pocket he had in his jeans. He pulled out a long piece of wood. Eleven and a half inches of cypress wood. "'M a wizard." He said. "In my world we use wands to channel our magic." Ever the show off, he swished and flicked, doing a simple wingardium leviosa with a nearby cup.

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silentstar
2009-11-25 04:18 am UTC (link)

She straightened slightly at that, brow creasing, curious, but also wary, after all, they didn't have anything like that where she was from, and if they did it was all a Skynet trick.

Brow still creased, and still stirring with one hand, she pointed to the case for the cassette that was in the player, mostly she wanted to see if this was something he'd somehow set up in advance, or if he could do it to anything.

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king_james
2009-11-25 04:44 am UTC (link)

Yeah, James enjoyed showing off. And after he lowered the cup, he turned his wand and attention to the cassette. It was so hard to find anyone who wasn't 'seen it all' with magic. Because likely if it was a member of his family they had seen it all and done most of it along the way. Unless a wizard was a muggleborn they tended to know about magic even before Hogwarts, and if they were a muggleborn they were showing off to their own family and certainly didn't need him to do it. So this was nice. It was fun.

Walking closer to where she was, to wear the cup was, James moved his wand again. "Aguamenti." Simple enough spell that he didn't even have to say the words for. However, James all for effect. Making sure it was in an angle that she could see, a stream of water jetted out of his wand and into the cup.

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silentstar
2009-11-25 04:59 am UTC (link)

She was almost startled by that, both brows arching once more, it was amazing, and further proof that she really wasn't where she'd started, not that she hadn't known that before, what with the wealth of not only people, but fresh produce.

Her brow furrowed then as she stirred the next bowl of veggies into the pan, swapping hands once more so she could write another note: nothing like that back home.

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king_james
2009-11-27 06:39 am UTC (link)

"It takes a bit getting used to." James said as he expertly twirled the wand in his hand and placed it, it properly back into his pocket. "But I reckon that goes without saying in this place. Spent most of my life around hippogriffs and garden gnomes and my family's good friends with two half-giants." James chest puffed up a bit at both the coolness of it and with affection. Hagrid was the best and Madame Maxine was more than alright when she wasn't acting overly French and relaxed a bit. "Yet I ... that Lorne fellow takes some getting used to." He'd been more than a bit stiff around the green, horridly fashioned ... demon. However, that was all melting because of music.

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silentstar
2009-11-27 06:45 am UTC (link)

She shook her head, adding more to the pan before writing: haven't met him. She'd started to realize that there were a lot of people here she hadn't met yet, though it was mostly on account of working two jobs, one because she was good at it and the other because if this all turned out to be a dream she was going to enjoy as much as she could.

She shrugged then, adding the noodles and the sauce finally, wiping down the board and writing in: probably means I should get out more. Which was followed by: 5 minutes, find some plates?

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king_james
2009-11-27 07:55 am UTC (link)

"Can't miss him. Bloke is green with red horns, and is always singing showtunes. Though once I caught him singing 'I'm Every Woman'." Bloody bizarre ... all of that. And that was saying something. He was a wizard.

"He'll probably show up soon enough. I usually find him down here." He watched as she added the noodles, stomach growling again. Catching what she wrote, he responded. "Got it." He answered, setting about to look for some plates. Didn't too long for him to find, it just a bit of opening and slamming of cabinets. He took out some plastic cups as well.

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silentstar
2009-11-27 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Star was kind of amused at the amount of noise James made, mostly because she was still used to people staying quiet out in the open, but she'd been raised by and around soldiers and mechanics and the like, and they weren't the most quiet of people at home.

Her brow furrowed at the description of Lorne, shaking her head after a moment and shrugging it off, dishing up the stirfry in two heaping portions with at least that much still left in the pan, something else she wasn't used to, having too much food.

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