#c james

“Did you see how sweaty Moony was, Prongs?” It was a mischievous grin, the best he could manage given the information just thrust upon him by the other. Peter leaned against the bed post, adjusting the back of his shoe in the process, finally ready to head out, even though he now assumed it was just to be the three of them instead of a usual four. “When do you want to head out?”

There was a crunch of snow beneath her steps. That was comforting in itself, drawing back memories where the air felt free and the silly, giggling gaggle of her girls on either side left nearly identical marks strewn across the bridge. Those quiet moments were ones she never liked, but this was like a living memory and the quieter she was the better she could hear the past. 

 But the crunch of steps wasn’t just her own or some fading ghost-like echo calling her back . Broad daylight even felt like a danger now. Her wand slid from its place in her sleeve, and she turned, bracing herself against the stone bridge. An incantation sat on her lips but never made it past the first syllable once her eyes adjusted to the the bright haze the snow reflected back to a familiar face. 

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be, Fleabert?” The question was just a statement really, she didn’t mean for him to answer since she knew that James was going to the same place she was for the exact same reason. @jcmespcttr 

“You’re  staring  again.”  He  was  tired  now,  it  felt  like  the  whole  thing  went  by  in  a  daze  but  everything  around  him  was  still  incredibly  energetic.  His  words  were  mumbled,  drowned  out  by  music.  But  it  wasn’t  like  James  was  really  listening  right  now  anyway.  Peter’s  eyes  shifted  in  a  similar  direction  and  he  wondered  if  there  as  somebody  he  should  be  staring  at.  Ernest,  as  he  learned  that  lad  in  the  suit’s  name  was,  sort  of  reminded  him  of  that  type.  But  he  was  much  nicer  so  maybe  Gwendolyn...her  eyes  were  cold,  not  as  mean  as  Lily  could  be  to  James  -  but  that  made  more  sense.  “Prongs,  hey.”  He  tapped  the  boy’s  shoulder,  unsure  of  what  to  even  ask. @ofdcydreams​

“Actually,  I’m  thinking  maybe  I  won’t  do  the  betting  this  year,  yeah?”  Fingers  twitched  over  the  empty  envelope.  Peter  had  listened  to  his  dad’s  long  lecture  on  gambling,  and  let  that  fright  settle  to  his  stomach.  But  with  a  hard  swallow,  he  looked  back  to  James  with  a  shrug.  The  most  non-chalant  mannerisms  the  boy  had  managed  yet.  “Just  seems  boring  this  year,  so  much  planning  and  better  things  to  do  for,  yeah?  I  mean...not  like  we  don’t  know  what’s  going  to  happen  and  all.  So,  figure  just...just  plan  for  other  stuff  maybe.” @ofdcydreams​