It had been a week since anyone had last heard from him. Will had seemingly vanished off the face of the world. This wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, so James wasn’t too shocked. But wit Deatheaters now being bold enough to attack in broad daylight, now James was nervous. He had been more than happy to be the first one to volunteer when a wellness check was brought up. So here he stood, looking like a bloody idiot as he stood outside of Will’s apartment. “ William... Will, it’s James. Are you home? ” he called out as he continued to rap his knuckle against the wooden door. His head snapped in the direction of another door opening; a concerned-looking older woman poking her head out and giving him a look. He gave her and awkward smile as he slowly turned back to the door in front him. Tensions were high and James couldn’t escape them.

❝‌   will,  ❞  his slurred welsh accent bellowed through the bar.  ❝‌   right, so i might’ve had a few shots.  ❞ the tall man stumbled over his long legs and fell to rest on the counter near his friend.  ❝‌   do you mind helpin’ me home?  ❞