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James stood quiet and tall, stoic almost, as he marched alongside people he considered friends and other likeminded individuals. He kept a watchful eye around the crowd knowing this sort of event was sure to bring out the worst in people who didn’t agree with what they were preaching. And if anything were to go down, James was ready to go down fighting if he had to. He caught the eye of someone staring at him and gave them a smile, it instantly breaking any intimidation he had. “Hey, I’m glad you could show up -- want to walk with me?”

James stared up at the impressive, yet rather normal building. He thought of the countless times that he was surprised they hadn’t been evicted, the parties they threw and honestly anytime the other Marauders had anything to celebrate. A small smile appeared on his lips as the constant memories flooded his mind. James blamed his emotions at the moment to the amount of change that was happening around him. Lily being somewhat nice to him, his friends all having respectable jobs, and the looming threat of a war he tried to desperately tried to forget. 

The reminiscing was beginning to get to him and he realized soon enough he was not only tearing up, but he was also blocking the path. And someone was waiting to pass. “Oh -- Sorry,” James sniffled, hiding any show of tears and stepped to the side to give the other room.