
James Potter.
Marauder
Chaser. Quidditch Captain.
Sixth Year.
as long as we don't die,
this is gonna be
one hell of a story.
I’m fine. Much better now… -grins and stands on her tip toes to run her hands through his hair- And you?
Perfect, actually. -He smiles, and returns his arms so that they’re tightly around her- So how have things been here?
Counting on it Potthead, don’t want to disappoint your house now.
Ha.. like I ever have before.

-she smiles and presses her lips against his softly- It’s okay, James. Really.
-he lifts one hand to the side of her face, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheekbone as he studies her face intently- you’re okay, love?
Oh fuck sake. What do you have planned this time?
Oh, but that would be telling.. no fear, Bellend, it’s going to be appropriately spectacular.

-rests her chin on his chest- It wasn’t the same without you here. -beams-
-He slides his hands so that his arms are fully wrapped around her, holding her tight against him- I’m sorry I was away for so long..
Didn’t think I was, this place is too quiet.
Ha.. not for much longer, mate.

Fuck you Pot-head.
You’d get bored if you don’t sleep.
Eh, sleep’s a wee bit overrated anyway. You aren’t missing much.

-rests her chin on his chest- It wasn’t the same without you here. -beams-
-his hands come to rest on her hips, his face still only millimetres from hers- I know.. I just needed some time after my Mum.. Dumbledore agreed that I could study on my own for a bit. I know it was sudden.
-wraps her arms around his neck. Her face is close to his- It’s okay. I was just worried about you. Are you okay?
-he nods, kissing her forehead and then her nose and then just barely her lips- Fine. I’m fine, I swear.