#mar 14 79

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March 14, 1979 | Shoulder To Lean On | Hestia & James.

James wasn’t sure why he was feeling so melancholy. It’s not like his parent(s) died, they had done so years ago, he was at a funeral for someone he honestly didn’t even know besides when his father used to mention the man if he ever ran into him on his days at the Ministry. Everything just seemed so similar and it felt like it was passing in a blur thanks to the memories it brought up. He wondered if there was an antonym for nostalgia. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head to snap back into reality, glancing beside him to find Moody was nowhere in sight. The man must’ve gone off on his own. Not that James minded much, he needed a few minutes alone to breath.

It was odd. They were outside but he felt crowded. He let out a slow breath and glanced around, trying to focus on the task at hand. He was supposed to be looking for suspicious people who didn’t seem to be grieving. Which, to be honest, seemed like everybody besides a select few. He wondered how many people actually knew the man and wasn’t here on business – much he like he was, which made him feel a bit guilty. At his own parent’s funeral he knew one out of very fifteen guests. Which when it came to there being almost two hundred guests, was only about thirteen people. He wondered if how he felt was how Mr. Jones’ daughter felt. He didn’t know the girl personally, but he could easily recognize her when he spotted her in the crowd as he turned on his heel.

He crossed the crowd before he was even thinking what h was doing, taking a sip of his drink as he came up to the girl, offering her a sad smile. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he told her softly. “Your father was a… great man, for the Ministry and all,” he complimented, “I know how you feel. If you need anyone to talk to,” he suggested, “I know we don’t know each other well, but I’m here.”

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March 14, 1979 | A Busy Day | Emmeline & James.

James always hated Order meetings. They were so boring. He’d rather be out in the streets fighting rather than talking about fighting. Of course he knew they all had to share the information they gained over the time between the last meeting and the one they were currently in, but he just thought they’d all save a lot of time (time which could be spent actually doing something) if they just had a newsletter to let them know what was going on. ‘Course that’d never work, a newsletter would be dangerous in the wrong hands. But he could wish, couldn’t he?

He let out a groan as he shifted in his chair again. Merlin, he needed to move or something. He always became restless at these things. He wondered if Sirius did the same. Surely Sirius – who could be like James’ twin – got bored at these things, too? James snapped back to attention when he saw everyone getting up to go off on their own to discuss the topics. Finally, it was over! He stood up and stretched his arms out, letting out a yawn. His eyes scanned the crowd until they fell on Emmeline who was alone as far as he could see.

James flashed a grin and made his way over to where she was, leaning against the wall next to her. “Hullo,” he greeted. “Care to partner up and talk about stuff? We could grab lunch, I’m a bit peckish,” he suggested, folding his arms over his chest and tilting his head to the side curiously. “Unless you want to talk to someone else, then I’ll just go pair up with Sirius or something,” he admitted. He’d of normally went to Lily – not that they didn’t discuss Order business anyway – but he was avoiding her due to his plans for the night. He wanted it to be an absolute surprise and if he spoke to her, he knew he’d give it away.

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March 14th, 1979 | Don't Be A Chicken, Potter | Lily & James.

If one idiom could be used to describe how James Potter was feeling at the very moment, it would be: bundle of nerves. He had gotten home an hour and a half ago and luckily, Lily was out. He wasn’t sure where and he wasn’t sure when she’d returned, which is why he moved about in the kitchen with haste. He wasn’t sure what he was nervous about: tonight, or the fact that Lily could be home any minute and he was nowhere near finished with the meal and decorating. He did his best to hold the knife steady as he cut up each vegetables’ he would need for the night.

He mixed the few vegetables, lettuce, and cheese into the large bowl; adding a bit of pepper, garlic, and lemon juice for topping. He grabbed two bowls to sit on each end of the small table before placing a bit of the salad on each, finishing it with a few crushed pine nuts. “One down,” he said before turning to the oven and pulled out the pan with the small tartlets on it. He took the jar of cherries to pour into the small heated cups before moving them over to a plate and casting a warming charm to keep them said way until dessert.

“Two down,” he sung as he tested the cooking spaghetti, giving a nod of approval and so he drained it and poured the steaming noodles between two decorated bowls. The rest was surprisingly easy: add in the small diced cooked bacon, a drizzle of dry wine, a few onions, pepper, garlic, two types of grated cheese and atop it all a few pieces of chopped parsley.

 He sat the two bowls of Carbonara next to the salads sitting on the table, waving his hand which filled the two glasses with red wine.  “Now decorating…” James muttered, pressing his lips together. He was absolute shit at decorating, hence why he had let Lily take over furnishing their flat. He scooped up three candles to sit on the scarlet clothed table, snapping his fingers over each ones to light them. He waved his free hand that wasn’t fiddling with the candles to dim the lights to an acceptable – and romantic – lighting.

James clapped his hands together as he admired his work. It didn’t look half too bad, considering he didn’t go all Gryffindor-out like one would expect him to. With a final nod, he hurried back to their bedroom to quickly change out of his work clothes into a simple black trousers, and black oxford shirt. He also did something which would probably get him a weird look: tamed his hair to lie down without a strand out of place.

He jumped when he heard the ward he had set to signal him when someone was approaching the door. James hurried out of the bathroom and back into the living room, flicking his hand carelessly which caused his record player to play, of course not any of his records – as they’d be unacceptable – but a nice piano sonata at a low volume. He jumped over the back of the sofa and climbed over to sit on the arm, facing the door and watching the door knob twist open, his heart pounding in his chest until his girlfriend appeared – which it came to a halt. “Evening, beautiful.”