wip (it out!)
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thank you @emlovessid for tagging me 🥹🥰 i’ll follow along and do a snipped from my @marauderswithpalestineproject fic!
She has to be new—James can’t imagine ever seeing her and forgetting it. She’s clomping down the hallway toward him, bag slung low and heavy on her back as she heaves herself along on one leg. Wedged beneath her armpits are crutches, and her right ankle is encased in a hulking, fluorescent pink cast. The word ‘petunia’ has been graffitied down the shin in thick black sharpie.
Around her neck, though, is the most promising thing James has ever seen: the Gryffindor tie done up so tight it could choke her. Her uniform is pristine, for all the extra trouble she’s having getting around, and every sharp crease or folded pleat is still ironed in with precision. She looks wonderfully pissed off—and though James is yet to discover that this trait (in anyone) really endears him a frightful amount, he indulges the swoop in his stomach when he gets a good look at her face.
He can see their future in just a glance. Quite clearly, actually. One where he’s standing at the end of a long, flower-laden aisle in a church with ceilings that stretch on forever, and stained glass that throws everything into technicolour. Mum and Dad sit proud and weepy in the front row. Sirius and Remus and maybe even Peter stand beside him at the altar while he waits. Finally watches her drift toward him, a faceless man’s arm hooked around hers. Her flaming red hair is soft and floaty, curled and pinned in the way he’s seen his mum do a million times. Might even have mehndi, and little lengths of red string tied around their wrists. He can see it all; can smell the flowers of the bouquets and hear the church organ bellow. He doesn’t even have so much as her name.
And then? Well, then, James Potter does what he does best: sticks his foot in it. Royally.
“Need a hand, hoppy?”
“Only if it leads to you fucking off.”
everyone who i was going to tag has already been tagged before so! open tag to anyone who wants a go!
