“Stop coming into my house to sleep on my couch! Someday you’re going to find the door locked.”
“And here I thought you fancied our sleepovers! I’m thoroughly offended, honestly”
fractusrisum:
James looked alarmed for a second, his brain still wired to protect Lily even though she was more than capable enough to defend herself, especially from harmless little hexes. So instead, he just crossed his arms, “Her hair is one of her best qualities though” he nearly pouted at that, though he was quick to bounce back, “I’d prefer a silencing charm on her mouth. Maybe then she’d stop lecturing me about how much she doesn’t wanna see me”
Pondering for a moment, James shrugged loosely, “Ever since my folks passed, I learned how to cook some things. Can’t promise they’re any good. But Sirius and Lily are still breathing, so I can assume they’re not lethal”
“You ruin what little fun I aim to have, you know that?” Andromeda sighed. “Or you could stop spending time with her for awhile. I know, it’s crazy, but really. Why spend time with some bird who wants to be a bore and go on about how you two shouldn’t be together when you could have pretty much any girl in the city falling all over you in about twenty minutes?”
Andromeda bit her lip, immediately feeling guilty “Okay so I’ll trust you not to kill me with your cooking, if you teach me what you know. Because I’m probably the most useless person in the country currently,” she admitted.
Raising an eyebrow at the suggestion, James took a moment to think that over. He’d practically fallen for Lily the moment he saw her get sorted, though that sentiment hadn’t been expressed until far past the tender age of eleven. Still, it was difficult to think of his life without her when he’d devoted so much of it to her once they finally got together.
“Oh please. I may act like the bloke who has it all together, but I couldn’t charm a girl into being interested in me” He argued, giving a loose shrug in return, starting towards the kitchen, “I swear, Sirius needs to start talking to you more. He shoulda told you all the times i’ve cooked for him. The man barely knew how to make soup before coming to live with me” James nodded, grabbing some pans and rifling through cabinets.









