Prongs

When it came to Lily Evans, James experienced something he didn’t often have to deal with. An inability to form proper sentences. And because of how flustered he felt, how off footing he was around her, he tended to avoid speaking to her as often as possible. But somehow he was always running into her. Sirius made a joke once that it was like magnets, they attracted no matter how often you tried to keep them apart. And here she was again in his line of sight among a bunch of ministry idiots, celebrating something or another at a bar. He straightened his tie before he made his way over, a half smile on his face. “Evans. Fancy meeting you here.” He joked before he leaned on the bartop. “Can a lad buy you a drink?”

James was absolutely over the whole thing. Being a spy, or however moody had put it. He was tired of being in the midst of all these people and unable to really say how he felt. And so, he took to the bottle. Sitting at a bar right after work, he pressed his forehead against the cold wood when he heard the bar stool slide out beside him. Turning his head, he didn’t even acknowledge the presence. “Another gin. Please.”

“Because I like living dangerously. I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger.” He joked as he looked over the files again. “It helps being on the inside even if I’m the most obvious inside.” He admitted before he looked over at Sirius. “I would have you know I am worth of a code ten because you and I are on the same exact level.” Groaning, he flopped back and ruffled his hair. “Feel like doing a tattoo now? I think a touch of ink would do nicely to relieve some stress.”

“You can invite me over. I’ll be sure to start dropping the inappropriate commentary after the cake. As long as I can have a quarter of it.” Wagging his brows, he leaned back against the wall and sighed. “And who’s this supposed suggestion? I give great couple advice. It’s why Remus and Sirius now live together.”

“Cheers, babe.” He teased as he took a swig of the potion. “Come on, Mar. I’d trust anything you put on my table. But if you told me it was something you made on a lark, I might be a little wary. You know.” He grinned before he took another sip of coffee. “What did you bring me all these goodies for anyway? Is it an event today? Did I forget something?”

“Dinner with the rents, dear God.” He chuckled. “I mean don’t get me wrong I’d kill for mum’s pot roast right now but I can do without the ten million questions.” Digging through the cabinets, he found a coffee cup and settled for making his own. “No, mate, you’ll need that. They trying to set you up? Are you another victim of the arranged marriage ring?”

Lord save the pretty and irreplaceable head of Dorcas Meadowes was all James could think as he took his first java filled sip of saving grace. “Lord you have no idea how badly I needed this.” He murmured as he looked around for clothes. Pants first, shirt second. As he waved it out, he nodded to her. “I’m plenty responsible. Therein why I’m one of the last few left in the ministry. I’m good at being a good boy when the time calls for it.” A smile left his lips as he shrugged. “But, what brings you hear, darling?”

👀 what would be james favorite way of pissing of lucius ?

👀 what is the most embarrassing thing james has ever done?

👀 + "What kind of conversations would bore you to the point of falling asleep?"

👀 sirius or lily?

👀 + what would you be doing if there were no death eaters?