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As Albus ranted at him. James simply sat there nonchalantly and continued to swing his legs and sip his tea. It was burning his mouth but James couldnât bring himself to care. He was already feeling enough pain so what did it even matter? Finishing the last dregs of the cup, he picked up his wand so he could guide the empty cup towards the sink and deal with it later (and if that wasnât a metaphor for all his problems, then he didnât know what was. With a frown, he looked at Albus and furrowed his eyebrows. âYou think Iâm getting fat?â He crossed his arms and huffed at Albus. âWell, at least I wonât have to deal with all this bullshit if I die from alcohol poisoning or diabetes. And also, Teddy isnât just a boy⊠heâs Teddy. MY Teddy,â James replied defensively before wondering why he even bothered defending Teddy. Sure, he loved and adored the boy with all his being but he wished he wasnât so hung up on someone who fucked with his feelings this much and made him hurt like this. âFine. Weâll do all this fucking shitty normal stuff and pretend everything is fine and normal.â With a huff, he jumped off of the kitchen counter and pushed past Albus so he could grab his jacket and keys as well as a packet of cigarettes because he was definitely going to smoke every single one of them no matter what Albus said.
âNo, but you will be if you keep burying your problems in alcohol, idiot. And then you wonât be hot anymore.â Al said, which, well. If James cared about anything, it was his own physique and winning Witch Weeklyâs whatever hottest guys blah blah he didnât know. He just groaned at James and really wanted to punch him in the face, to knock some sense into him because the guy was being absolutely overdramatic about everything and it would be his undoing. âYeah, no, you donât get to call him your Teddy if youâre off with your Prat named Aaron. And he is just a boy. Just like you are, and just like I am. You literally drink like itâs the end of the world and pretend itâs ok and as your brother, I canât sit by and let it happen.â He said with a shrug. But he grinned! At least James agreed to their outing. âDid I say weâd pretend everythingâs fine? No. I said we were gonna go out and bond and just chill.â He hummed happily and hurried to the door, opening it up and waving James out. âCâmon! Letâsgoletâsgoletâsgo, bitchâfuck off.â Al was just. Shooting so much destructive shit down. He pulled his wand out, waving it toward Jamesâ pocket so the packet of cigarettes came flying out before he set them on fire. âEnough. Letâs go. Itâs one day with me. Stop acting like a fucking child, jesus christ. Older brother my arse.â








