JAMES ✉️ BENJI
Benji: James? Are you feeling okay?
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JAMES ✉️ BENJI
Benji: James? Are you feeling okay?
“Ha--” resting the bottle cap against the table, she wasn’t really in the mood, but she’d never say no to free booze.
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“come on, I know I left bacon in here –”
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the friend of my friend is...? || james & evan || late September, 1971
The classroom erupted in sighs, mutterings, and other sounds of protest or shock when Professor Slughorn announced that day’s lesson would include assigned partners. The potions professor had to clear his throat a few times to get everyone to quiet down. With the class back in order, he tapped the blackboard and a list of names appeared in his swirly handwriting.
Evan’s name was next to James Potter’s.
Twisting in his seat, Evan searched the room for James. It didn’t take long to find him; the other boy was sitting next to Sirius, and Evan usually had a pretty good idea of where Sirius was whenever they were both in a room together. It was just a thing friends did, and they were best friends.
Evan nodded once at James before packing up his stuff. Evan had entered the room with his dorm mates, one of whom mixed with Sirius and Sirius’s friends about as well as oil mixed with water. It was better for maintaining the peace if Evan joined James’s table anyway, because Amycus was a loose-canon crybaby, Rabastan was Rabastan, and Mulciber was a jerk. Evan didn’t particularly like any of them. Snape wasn’t too bad, but he was a target (and dirty), and Evan didn’t make it a habit of socialising with that sort - in public. What Evan did in the privacy of their dorm room was their business. Hogwarts had brought with it social jockeying and power struggles. Things were mostly working out in Evan’s favour - he had the closest ties to the Blacks - but, well, the Gryffindors didn’t need to know what went on behind closed doors in Slytherin. Least of all James.
They had mutual friends, which meant Evan was obligated to make an effort with James. If that failed, he had a duty to be civil, if only for Sirius’s sake. In truth, Evan didn’t know James, not at all, and now seemed as good as time as any to change that. Maybe James would surprise him. He couldn’t be as obnoxious as he seemed if Sirius... well, no, that might be exactly why Sirius liked James.
“Alright?” he asked in greeting, taking the open seat next to James for himself. “How was your weekend?
@goingxstag
"So -- peace offering?” holding out the bottle of firewhiskey.
@jameswantshismtv
“JAMES SIRIUS POTTER--”
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“I’ve got to say you looked much cuter with punch on your face --”
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“Come on, dance with me?”
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