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A Skip Down the Memory Lane | Marlene & James | July 16th

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His visit and their talk should have been more uncomfortable all things considered. Their lives weren’t easy, their subjects full of pain and their futures could be too short to even be called that. But as James stood there, in the middle of Marlene’s safe zone with her hand clutching his, with the way she had brightened up visibly after such a small amount of time, he could only wish for it to never end. 

He smiled at her happily and proceeded to shoo her in the general direction of her bedroom hoping that she wouldn’t get all that long getting ready for the excursion that he was now ridiculously excited for. His whole body was abuzz with energy, he actually felt more like his teenage self than he had in the longest time (which is not to mean that he feels happier than when he’s with his wife and son --- no) and his insides itch to cause some mischief. It’s ridiculous if he was being honest with himself, but there’s absolutely no reason for such deep introspections. 

‘Yeah, Muggle time it is. You go change and I’ll rummage your fridge for food.’ He paused with an eyebrow playfully raised, though there was an underlying suspicion in his eyes at the sudden thought. ‘You do have food in your kitchen right?’ While he tried not to show too much concern, since he didn’t want their good mood to go to waste, he was also still aware of the strain and stress she had been under recently. ‘Or should I run out to buy something? Where we’re going has no shops.’

‘Oh, I will have to use your floo, though. I mean, I know that I said that Lily will understand and everything, but I think I should let her know that I’m going to be gone for most of the day.’ And he knew that she would understand, he knew that she would not mind him taking care of his dear friend, even if it means that she had to stay without his help for so long, but he still wants to let her know where he’s going. There was no reason for him to make her worry,

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There for you | Marlene & James | 16th July

James never liked being out of the loop when it came to the Order's business. Of course, he had to deal with knowledge that he was never going to get all the information, that some things weren't meant for his ears, but he had already learned how to accept that. Still, he didn't like it when a major meeting was taking place and he had to be somewhere else.  Even, or maybe especially, when it was a pointless stake out that could have waited until the next day. He got to spent some time with Sirius, though, which had greatly improved his mood as the adult life tended to get in the way of childhood friendships. Still, the high was short-lived after the tragic news reached them. 

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity. Some people went to investigate how and why was Marlene imeriused, others tended to Moody, most folks avoided one another making sure they were in no danger, his wife got so worried with the well being of both victims that he was afraid he might go into an early labour. It was crazy, crazier even that their lives until this point. And even with all that he still tried to find a moment to contact Marlene and make sure she was alright. He couldn’t imagine, and he didn’t want to, how she must have felt after the whole ordeal, knowing that one of the most respectful people in their country had been hurt by her hand. But with the overall chaos he found it really hard to pop into her place for a talk. He wanted to, he had always felt responsible for all of his friends and Marlene was his oldest one. 

Somehow the days turned into weeks and suddenly it was almost a month after the attack and only then James found a moment to visit her properly. He wasn’t sure what to expect, they hadn’t really talked except via mail and it wasn’t easy to really tell what a person was feeling through a letter. But he did appear outside of her building and decided that it was a high time to make her feel better. She wasn’t to blame and if James knew one thing about Marlene it was how she’d definitely shoulder the responsibility. 

With a bottle of wine (only one, after all he had an expecting wife at home and had to act responsibly) tucked underneath his arm, he reached her flat and knocked on the door. ‘Marls? I know you’re in there. Open up.’

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