closed | james x sirius
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   The sun had long gone over Godric’s Hollow, sunrays replaced by moonbeams. The Potters’ cottage stood only a stone throw away from the center of the village. The square usually would have been filled with people on a crisp, clear night like this; but as nine o’clock and the ministry-mandated curfew drew near the village was a ghost town.Â
James was currently sprawled out on the newly erected couch in the living room, so far the only real piece of furniture set up in the room. Moving boxes and trunks filled every corner and aligned the walls. “ I think we did a good job here, ” James began, looking towards Sirius “, I’m going to grab another bit of Ogden’s Old, care for a refill? ” He asked after a beat, pushing himself up from the couch with a quiet groan. As he began to make his way back into the kitchen, the old clock by the front door began to strike. “ Well, would you listen to that, ” James spoke as the last chime ended, “ time flies when you’re building a sofa, doesn’t it Pads? ” he continued, turning his face to look at Sirius again, a classic James Potter smirk taking up his face.
