deer mr potter

James Potter. the only defence against fear is courage

[gryffinprongs]

drcmeda·:

“ Ah yes, being sent Shacklebolt in my fireplace while I get my first moment of quiet in the day, every woman’s dream, ” She rolled her eyes and mixed the small potion in front of James. Andromeda put it down to inspect his ankle again. It was completely bloodied and she could feel a bone stick out, he was truly playing the pain down. “ You realize if you were a muggle, you wouldn’t be able to walk for months. But you are right, better treating you than Alastor. He’s never any fun. How have you been, other than in trouble? You and that cousin of mine haven’t visited for dinner in a while. ” The aroma of tea meant the potion was ready, it was a quick and easy one that turned muddy but burned quite a bit once applied. “ Do you need something for the pain before I apply the potion on your foot? ”

“I knew you had a soft spot for me,” he joked, allowing a light chuckle to pass through his lips. James grimaced as she felt around his ankle, though he did his damnedest to hide it. “But I’m not -- and when we have such a fantastic healer helping us out, who can blame us for forgetting there’s usually consequences?” He said, trying to butter her up a little. He knew it must have been a nightmare having to treat person after person during times such as these. “Ah, so you agree I’m fun?” His tone was playful -- teasing -- as he asked the question. “Oh you know me and Sirius, busy busy busy. But if that’s another invitation, then I’ll make sure he has some spare time on his hands soon.” A good meal would certainly be appreciated -- his own cooking left something to be desired and until recently, that’s all they’d really had time for. “I can take it.” 

[gryffinprongs]

thecowardlyrat·:

“A good few being how many exactly?”  Peter asked curiously. “Just for reference later.” 

“Ah, who needs a reference? We’ll see when we get there.” 

[gryffinprongs]

@swearwolfremus​

They’d already been walking for a little while after apparating to Merlin knows where in hopes that maybe they might find a breadcrumb of information about the whereabouts of Dumbledore. James hoped that they would, that out of some stroke of good fortune, they’d see him on the horizon walking towards them -- maybe he’d even shout ‘10 points to Gryffindor’ because they were so lucky as to find the old wizard. Well, of course, that was likely just a far off dream and James knew that, but he wasn’t about to say it aloud. James wanted it as much as Remus did.  “So, third time lucky?” James said, nudging his friend out of their mutual silence and back into conversation. The wizard was fine with silence, up until a point and uncomfortable or awkward silence was certainly not something he could handle well. This was their third attempt at going somewhere that they thought may have had a chance. Granted, the others were in some well-occupied areas (or at least in comparison to the farmland that they currently trudged across). "Some little shack in the middle of nowhere that we can't find seems like just the kind of long shot that will yield results." 

[gryffinprongs]

marina--williams·:

“Maybe it’s better I don’t even start if you want less than a page,” Marina said with a laugh. “You might be disappointed.”

“That’s painful to hear, Williams -- really.” James said, overplaying the disappointment somewhat.  

[gryffinprongs]

siriuslysiriusblck·:

“There, there, Prongs. I’m sure you’ll survive.” He tried to look sympathetic but even Sirius knew he was unsuccessful. “Depends, did you want to end up being hexed?”

“I’ll pass, if I’m given the choice.” James moved to learn his elbows on his knees. “Although, what hex are we talking about?” He asked, meeting his friend’s gaze. Waiting a moment, he also tacked on: “So, are you going to let me in on what bit you on the ass today?” 

[gryffinprongs]

mrlenemck·:

“That’s a hippogriff’s load of bollocks.” Marlene stated, pushing both pints across the bar towards James. “You never stop at one and by the end of the night, I’ll drink more than my tips allow. Or Tom. He’s a friendly guy but I doubt he’ll appreciate me getting drunk on the second hour of my shift.” Marlene wasn’t exactly infamous for being the responsible one but she actually wanted - needed - to keep this job. “So - go ahead, be my guest. Finish both of those. You can hold them and if not - ” Nudging the drinks again, an amused grin took over her features. “ -  I promise to hold your hair instead.”

“I’m hurt that you would think so low of me, McKinnon. While I can drink you under the table, I know my limits.” Well, most of the time -- or some of the time he did. She wasn’t wrong that he would also go for more than just one a lot of the time as well. Still, he laughed as he leaned towards her. “What about the third, then?” He asked, a smirk growing on his lips as he rose a brow awaiting her response. “Should I buy you another then?” He said, taking one of the pints from her and bringing it to his lips. “Then we can make it equal and hold each other’s hair.” 

[gryffinprongs]

thecowardlyrat·:

It was sad, but it was true. There weren’t many places that were safe to go any more. “Don’t think about that,” he insisted. “Think about drinking as many butterbeers as we can before stumbling home.” 

James chuckled lightly and nodded. “I could do with a good few.” He agreed, throwing his dripping wet arm around his friend’s shoulder again. “Let’s go!” 

[futuremcmories]

“ What happened ? ” Andromeda was looking through herbs cabinet to finish the potion. Sometimes healing with wand magic didn’t do the trick perfectly - at least, that was her own take. “ You’ve got to slow down, we’ll be out of lotus tree soon enough. Maybe consider a slightly less hectic career, how’s that for advice ? ” 

[gryffinprongs]

In James’ mind, there had been absolutely no need for him to see a healer. It was only a little cut, and only a little blood. But yet, here he was in front of Andromeda now having to explain why he was a categorical idiot. “Oh, you know, just another little skirmish. Nothing I can’t handle.” The wizard flashed Andromeda a smile and shrugged. “But then you’d miss treating me, and I wouldn’t want to deprive you of that.” He said with a boyish grin. 

[gryffinprongs]

marina--williams·:

“Would you like a list?” She asked with a smile.

“If you’re so inclined. But, only if it’s less than a page. I couldn’t take knowing that there were more people than that.” Of course, he was joking. He knew there were many more than just the one sheet. 

[evans-liily]

The grocery bags floating alongside her were rivaled only by the bags under her eyes- long shifts followed by marathon study sessions were taking a toll on her sleep schedule (hardly taking into account the nights of tossing and turning from the stress). If it was easy to become a Healer, then everyone would be doing it, Lily reasoned. She hardly noticed a rogue parcel had whacked into a passerby. “Sorry about that,” she offered weakly, “long week.”

[gryffinprongs]

“You’re welcome to hit me with your parcels any time, Evans.” James joked, a light chuckle leaving his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. He was very aware that it was perhaps not the smoothest he’d ever been.  “Long for all of us these days.” His gaze moved down to the bags at her side. “Need a hand?” Given his track record of asking Lily if she needed help, he was 95% certain that she would simply say no (anything else wasn’t likely due to the fact her hands were full, thank Merlin). Yet, James still felt the need to ask -- he was the type to bet on low odds, after all.

[gryffinprongs]

“Oh come on, one pint won’t harm.” James nudged them, having already ordered one for each of them. “Besides, we all need a break sometimes.” 

[gryffinprongs]

siriuslysiriusblck·:

“Y’know, it’s times like these that I understand why Evans runs in the opposite direction whenever you’re near. I sympathize with her.” Sirius knew exactly where to hit in order to retaliate against his best friend and attempt to get a rise out of him, the same way James was trying to annoy him.

“Ouch, Pads,” he said, grabbing his own shirt at his chest, “right in the heart.” He fell back in the chair with an exaggerated groan, waiting a few moments before opening his eyes and looking over at his friend. “Should I resume counting?” 

[gryffinprongs]

marina--williams·:

“And why would I, be jealous of you? Are you expecting some sort ob story about how all I wanted was a friend? Because there isn’t one.” 

“Not me, per se. Just our countless Gryffindor achievements.” He shrugged. “But that throws me for a loop... Who wouldn’t be desperate to be my friend?” His tone still maintained a hint of playfulness. 

[gryffinprongs]

thecowardlyrat·:

“I think we both know that you weren’t just an innocent passerby.” Peter teased, “but since you’re buying the drinks, I can’t complain. The Leaky Cauldron?” 

"You should know by now, Wormtail, that I’m always a passerby.” James laughed. “Of course. One of the few places available.” He joked, though with a small frown as he did so. 

[gryffinprongs]

howlingmoony·:

“You’d think I’d be used to it having you guys at friends.” Moony joked with a smirk. “That’s not the worse idea you’ve had – do you think that could work?“

“You can’t say we haven’t prepared you for this moment -- granted, maybe we should have done a better job.” James joked. Was there a possibility that the cat was wilder than they were? Probably not. But sneakier, for sure. “If I know anything about cats, it’s that they will always seek out dogs to piss off.” Though, James didn’t really know all that much about the mysterious creatures.

[finnvgans]

“OKAY so i’ve got a… butterbeer and tonic water? this yours?” she winced, putting the drink down on the sticky bar top, before leaning her elbows on it. “are you sure you wanna drink that? is this a cry for help?”

[gryffinprongs]

James rose a brow at the butterbeer and tonic water she placed in front of him. “Not exactly.” He tilted his head before shrugging. “But I’ll always try something once.” The wizard lifted the glass and took a long swig of the liquid before placing it back down on the bar. “Hm. Not the worst thing I’ve had. Maybe approaching cry for help territory though.” 

[gryffinprongs]

marina--williams·:

“Hard to miss you when Dumbledore was praising you and your Gryffindor chums at every End of Year feast.” 

“Excuses, excuses.” James shook his head. “Sounds a lot more like jealousy, honestly.”