InsaneJournal

James had spent the past eleven minutes debating with himself the merits of taking apart the toaster in the common kitchen. It didn't look anything like the one his grandpa Arthur had showed him a few times when he'd gone to visit at the Burrow (something much more diverting then his plug collection ... which was rather ace, he could admit to himself, in it's own right). That one was silver and had two slots to put the bread in to make toast apparently. That was quite fun to take apart though much more difficult to put back together than he would have originally figured. Not that he and his grandpa hadn't. It just had taken longer than expected. It'd been a great time spent. Which had led him to thinking that he could take apart his great-aunt Petunia's toaster. James hadn't gotten very far on that thought before he'd been stopped by the tall woman and her look that had quite reminded the then eight year old of a bird of prey. It'd been like an eagle owl on attack.

The image of the eagle owl look was mostly what kept him from messing about with the toaster. He couldn't recall a single thing she had said or what she had warned him against. Nevertheless, the look had burned himself in his brain. Petunia Dursley wasn't one of the women who received automatic or near it fear from James Sirius Potter (those women being his Nana, his mum, and his godmother, Hermione Granger-Weasley) but she was definitely up there.

Convincing himself that this toaster wasn't nearly as much as a potential challenge as the one in the Dursley's house or as fun as the one as the Burrow, James turned his attention to the fridge. He didn't want to take that apart. No. Never. He wanted to eat.

James knew where the sandwich stuffs were. He would make himself some. Maybe have some of the other snacks the adults had provided. It was a shame they didn't have pumpkin juice but he managed to take his orange juice warm. It was a poor substitute but it wasn't horrible.

Maybe after eating he would see about sliding down the banister or finding himself a chess set.