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[misterprongs]

i solemnly swear that i am up to no good.

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Tell us when you come back to the ship. I want to talk to you about something.

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[misterprongs]

[ well. this isn't good. ]

Let me drop Sansa off. Be there in a minute.

What's wrong?

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[theshabbiestofmen]

Nothing. I just want your opinion on something, and I'd rather not wait.

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[misterprongs]

Meet me at my room on the Paisley?

[theshabbiestofmen]

Course.

[And he's waiting there, sitting on James' bed, reading distractedly from Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them. Possibly he ought to have waited outside, but honestly, after seven years living with a man, you tend to think of his room as your own.]

[misterprongs]

[ james has absolutely no issue with remus just hanging out in his room, and doesn't look bothered when he finally turns up. and after yanking his scarf aside to catch his breath, he opens his mouth to talk when -- ]

... why in the hell are you reading that, of all things?

[ good lord, and james shrugs out of his coat, exasperated. ]

I think you know all there's to know about fantastic beasts and where they are, mate.

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He snorts.]

The fleet gave it to me last month. It's my copy too, actually-- it's got all your and Sirius' doodles in it. Very nostalgic. And I'm a bit hard-pressed for other books right now, so it's refreshing my knowledge of fantastic beasts and their locations.

All right visit down below?

[delincuente]

[Merry Christmas, James! On the morning of the 25th he'll find a gift bag surreptitiously left outside his door, containing:

- One (1) small painting
- One (1) questionable dime store mug
- A signed card from Alex with a short personal message

Enjoy!]

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[misterprongs]

[ give him a moment -- and james sounds genuinely confused. ]

You've met my son?

[delincuente]

[wait what]

... You have a son?

[misterprongs]

[ . . . oh. ]

I gave you too much credit.

[ for shame alex!!! ]

Nevermind, then, happy Christmas.

[ BYE ]

[delincuente]

Dude, what the hell!

[SHE'S SO CONFUSED WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT]

[misterprongs]

[ fine !!! ]

It's in the future -- not now, obviously.

[ chill out alex ok ]

Remus told me about it when he got here. I thought you were having a go at me.

private text » after the incident with greed

[steeledskin]

You're very brave.

[ too brave. stupidly brave, perhaps. but he who dares wins, doesn't he? and she wishes to express some iota of gratitude. ]

You didn't have to say any of that.

private text » after the incident with greed

[misterprongs]

He's an idiot.

[ and reminds him, painfully, of the snot-nosed pureblooded brats who just expect the world with no work in return. the malfoys, the blacks (sans sirius, of course). ]

He shouldn't be speaking like that to anyone.

private text » after the incident with greed

[steeledskin]

[ she wants to caution him -- to take more care in who he insults, and why. but she can't bring herself to chide james. ]

But he does. [ it isn't our place to change him. ] I promise I won't be talking with him ever again.

[ childishly, she grasps for anything -- any way to end the conflict. maybe this is what james wants to hear. ]

private text » after the incident with greed

[misterprongs]

I'm not upset with you. You didn't do anything wrong; you can speak to whoever you want to speak to.

[ but ]

I probably shouldn't have lost my temper on an idiot, though, so I am sorry. You can take care of yourself, obviously.

private text » after the incident with greed

[steeledskin]

[ no you're wrong i can't-- ]


My brother. He's here, now. He'll take care of me.

private text » after the incident with greed

[misterprongs]

[ oh, sansa. james won't press the point. but -- ]

Robb seems like a good bloke. I spoke with him when he got here.

I'm glad he turned up, for you, and for Bran. You both must be thrilled.

[theshabbiestofmen]

So

Lily's here.

[Surely this constitutes an Emergency Marauder's Meeting.]

[misterprongs]

[ augh.

normally, james is a fan of marauder meetings, but not this time. ]

I know.

[ he's not quite as thrilled as he thought he would be. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

I'll keep it all a secret as long as you'd like. But I think you ought to talk to her about it. Eventually.

[misterprongs]

[ it takes about ten minutes for the next text to come through. ]

I don't know if I want to.

[ telling her something like that would only make her feel pressured, or pushed into a future she may not even want right now. james doesn't want to do that to her. ]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yeah.

[God knows he can understand that. Right now Lily has nothing but disgust for James, and to suddenly have him tell her that they're married, that they have a child . . .]

You all right?

[misterprongs]

No.

[ -- which is a mite too honest, so james sends another message, to clarify. ]

I'm happy she's here, which is terrible of me, but I have no bloody idea what to do, or how to talk to her.

I want her to be on the Paisley, but she's not going to listen.