#starter:james

[ofsubstnce]

▶▶▶ connection: his partner at work - another detective, somebody he works with often  ▶▶▶ open to: females ▶▶▶ muse: James

‘There you go, sunshine.’ His voice was way too cheery for the situation and the early hour, as he handed the woman a paper cup filled with coffee, but he was a police detective and it was simply another work day for him, even if he was just standing twenty meters away from the crime scene. ‘Decaf, skim milk, no sugar and just a touch of dark chocolate syrup. Everything for you to start a new day well.’ In reality the coffee was a simple latte with double espresso, but he kept that to himself, waiting to see if his partner was going to refuse the cup of such alleged atrocities. 

[thetrashmuses-blog]

Sitting on a windowsill in the main corridor, James was leaning back as he eyed the students wandering the halls. It was a huge responsibility to keep an eye on so many people. Being head boy sucked. But it also has its perks. There were some younger students who tried to out prank the master, and it was actually quite flattering. James made eye contact with one particular first year who’s been trying to get him good. He was the only first year who didn’t seem afraid of James, and he appreciate that. Plus the kid was hilarious. James squinted his eyes at the boy, who in return squinted back and motioned that his eyes were on him. James just laughed, not being able to control himself. Ah, kids these days were hilarious.

[thetrashmuses-blog]

Being head boy was something that James never had anticipated for in his seventh year, but it was an honor that he was fully prepared to take on. It’s not that he ever thought he couldn’t do it. He just.. well, didn’t ever want to. But given such a title and honor, he would wear it with pride, like he did with most things. 

With taking such a title however, James needed to clean up his act. No more hexing innocent bystanders, or causing a great deal of mischief in his free time. Well, he didn’t have to give those things up. He just had to make sure he wouldn’t get caught. The head boy sneaking around at odd hours causing chaos? Not a good look. So he’d have to be smart about that. 

Regardless, he was ready for the task. Currently, James was just finishing showing a group of first years where the great hall was located. The small group of four seemed timid and unsure of themselves. James smiled fondly at them, reminding him of him and his friends. Only a lot more quiet. He nodded as they went off into the great hall, standing in the corridor with his hands behind his back. Piece of cake.

[lostintheirmuse-blog]

Text - James and

James: Where are you?

James: Aren't we going to the party together?

[lostintheirmuse-blog]

Text - James and

James: Are you coming to the gig tonight? :) x

[sshesnotafraidd-blog]

{ ;; theladynadinerahl }

Judith no dejaba de corretear por toda la panadería, y estaba seguro que si su superior aparecía por cualquier lugar acabaría echándole una buena regañina. Pero, ¿qué iba a hacer? Sus padres no habían podido quedarse a su cargo, y la canguro le había fallado. No tenía más familia que se pudiese hacer cargo de la niña por las horas que él estaba trabajando. Suspiró pesadamente, temía que metiese las manos donde no debía, o que estropease las máquinas del establecimiento. -- ¡No seas mala! -- Gritó el muchacho mientras corría detrás de ella, con tal mala suerte que un cliente abrió la puerta en ese preciso instante, haciendo que casi se diera de bruces con ella. -- ¡Jud! -- Alzó a la niña al vuelo y resopló de alivio, girándose a ver a la persona que le observaba extrañado. -- Eh, disculpe. -- Asintió muchas veces y caminó hasta colocarse detrás del mostrador, dejando a la pequeña en su carrito para que no causara más desastres.