James has this way of looking at the world like he’s trying to swallow it whole. He doesn't just see things, he witnesses them.
Sirius is bored by history. He lives enough of it at home. But when Lily suggests a Muggle trip to the Natural History Museum, James is vibrating with excitement. He drags Sirius through the halls, stopping dead in front of the massive skeleton in the center.
"Look at that, Padfoot," James breathes, craning his neck back, glasses slipping down his nose. "A bloody dinosaur. Imagine being that big. Imagine taking up that much space and not apologizing for it."
Sirius doesn't look at the bones. He looks at James, at the way the museum lights catch in his messy hair, at the wide, unjaded awe in his hazel eyes. James, who takes up so much space in Sirius’s life and never, ever apologizes for it.
"Yeah," Sirius says softy, stepping closer until their shoulders brush. "Magnificent."
@dailyprongsfoot | Day 2: dinosaur