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Roxanne wasn’t company; she was family. And while family was the very reason a migraine was now pinching his head, James did not have it in him to turn them away. “Well, I was here first. This reminds me of all those times as kids we’d all play hide and seek at the Burrow. It was hard to find enough separate spots for all of us to hide in.” Simpler times. He didn’t wish that they had remained stuck there, but he had hoped their future would be different than the past of their parents. Teasing smile playing on his lips, he nodded to the space beside him as she sat down. “Feel free. Shame we both were looking or silence though when it’s been a minute since we’ve talked.” Alright? No, James wasn’t. Nor would he lie about it to her. He would, however, be careful on how he phrased it. “I will be. You know me. Resilient. So I’ll get there. And you? Been getting into any trouble lately?”
Roxanne did not like the feeling of nostalgia, in all honesty. It made her feel bitter, sad, and so very unlike the person she wished to be. Either way, she smiled at the memory, it being a fond one, and while she had been trying hard lately to be mature, she wished she could play the game again. “I remember hiding with the chickens for almost half an hour once. It was quite the task to try and find everyone.” It was nice, this moment --- or at least, that was how she felt. “Right. Thanks,” she spoke, looking at him as he talked and wondering if she should worry. She was no worrier, though, and believed James when he said he would get there. Whether it was because she believed he was telling the truth or because she had faith in him, she didn’t know --- she assumed it was a combination of the two. “Oh, yeah, I‘m fine, generally. And just a few discussions with a few people, but that’s it, really.”
