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nastyaogdena.

Anastasia’s patience was running thin. It was one thing to spend a few weeks in London, trailing senior officers in the field, attending meetings that lasted far too long for her taste, and organizing those dreadful workshops for children at youth. It was another entirely to be at it for months, without word from higher ups at home and no sense of when she’d be back in her own country. Not that her brother was much help, earning himself a more permanent position in the Ministry and all but abandoning Anastasia in her quest to return home. Needless to say, Anastasia was not in the mood to play secretary. Even less so when the man in front of her barely even bothered to l i s t e n. “I’m looking for a James Potter?” The name felt strange on her tongue and sounded stranger yet in her accent.

James’ fingers curled around his travel mug, taking a swig of his coffee, pursing his lips when the woman spoke up about what she was after. Or, rather, who it was that she was looking for. He had never seen the woman around before and if her accent was any indication, she was not from around London. But James did not know why anyone would be specifically looking for him. Wide awake and on high alert, James reached his free hand into his pocket for his Ministry ID, displaying it to the woman. Hopefully she was not so trusting that she would just take him for his word, so he wanted to prove that he was who he was really saying that he was. “Well, you found him.” Circling the lanyard around his neck, he maneuvered his weight from one foot to the other. “Is there something that I can help you with?”

#( anastasia. )#( anastasia1. )#HEY HEY ABBY <333 #that's so interesting???#james is already curious

xoxoannieb.

Annette had always been a bit of an early bird—-even at Hogwarts when she wanted to sleep in, once she was awake, she was awake. So by the time James had gotten up, she’d likely already been showered and dressed and on her way to the bakery, evidence by the bag she’d brought into his flat when he’d let her in. “I was saying….” She trailed off, looking around, “Well, more like wondering, I was wondering if you could use any… companionship around here.” She quickly rushed out the rest, lest he think she was trying (again) to set him up, “It’s just, Bernard and Texas BBQ,” Why had Dash given his cats such ridiculous names, “Can’t seem to stop fighting and I don’t—I can’t just get rid of him, so I’m trying to see if anyone would want to take him in?”

On his days off, James found that he was more sluggish getting out of bed. Always a night wanderer, the past few years, his nights had been spent hunched over his desk drawing up or thinking of plans. Thinking too much. It had always been a bad habit. Canting his head, he regarded Annette with a quick clarity, swallowing heavily. The wound was still a fresh one and James didn’t know what to make of the fact that, despite having been killed, Dash had taken on a ghost form and was hovering around. He thought, in some ways, that had to make it a harder loss to accept or cope with. But he didn’t know how to properly breach the topic with his friend, so he did his best just to be open and there for her. James gave a whistle and a spectacled owl flew in and perched onto his shoulder. He reached underneath his beak to pet at him, “What do you think, Rufus? Think we could use some company?” His spare hand found one of Annette’s own. “If it makes things easier, I can take him, yeah. You’ll just need to help me shop for the right cat things since I do know that cats don’t sleep in cages.”

#( annette. )#( annette1. )#i'm not crying you're crying #<333

dexhvghcs:

“You know, wizards have finally come around to coffee but I’ve got to say, nothing beats the muggle stuff.”

"I think the main difference with the kind that the wizarding world has adapted is that it’s instant.” As a lot often was, with magic. “I have an old coffee machine at my apartment but once it gives on me, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

#( declan. )#( declan1. )#i know he looks pissed in the gif but i swear he's not lmao #this is the best that i've got #let's just say he's tired #and idk i assume since muggles are enslaved #they probably don't produce a lot of muggle made stuff anymore??

Eyes sunken in and blurring from lack of sleep and far too irritated to wear contacts comfortably, James was forced to put on his glasses to hope to see more clearly, readjusting the spectacles before folding up his newspaper and setting it into the recycling bin. It was always part of his morning routine to wake up earlier than necessary to properly rouse up for the day, going through the motions and reading the newspaper over a cup of coffee to get the gears of his brain turning, otherwise he was sluggish and no more productive than a zombie. “Sorry, I didn’t catch what you were saying? I’m not awake quite yet.” His focus was often too split these days on war efforts, stuck in a tunnel vision that him slipping up mid-conversation with someone was becoming more common.

#g&g starter #he's either at the ministry or his apartment #so if your chara knows him apartment if not the ministry yeah??#or wherever really

umtxddy:

“Can I bother you, just for a second?” Teddy spun around, pushing their arse out slightly to accentuate it. “What do you think of these jeans? Does my bum look Beyonce toned or Kim Kardashian scary?”

James stopped in his tracks, blinking at Teddy before his chest began vibrating with a slight chuckle, though it was not at all meant to be deprecating toward them. It was more about the fact that James was not at all qualified to answer. “I am the very worst person in this family to ask that question, Teddy, considering how often my own wardrobe is criticized.”

#( teddy. )#( teddy1. )

nvzabini:

“Spitting in my food would be terribly common, I’d almost hope for something a bit more interesting. Maybe a hair removal potion, in which case you’d probably benefit more from the chance to start all over when it comes to that.” She motioned vaguely to his messy hair, taking a quick sip of her drink, smiling at him over the glass, “How lucky are you to get to work with me every day, James Potter?”

“And perhaps that’s why you wouldn’t suspect it or detect it like you would poison.” Pressing a hand over his unmanageable mane with a light huff of amusement at the familiar jibe, he retorted, “I don’t think I could pull off the bald look very well.” Though he did think that he was graying more and more by the day. “Clearly I’m the most fortunate to have such a stroke of fate. . I imagine otherwise I’d just be a mess.” The jest was clear in his voice.

#( nadia. )#( nadia1. )

ofdivinehell:

“Oh, easy, I’ll describe it – like you’re at work and you’ve been t h i n k i n g for way too long. Or like you’ve smelled something ROTTEN.”

“The former is more likely than the latter and considering our profession requires quite a fair bit of thinking, I’m not all too surprised I look a bit ragged. Not all of us can wear the job as well as you.”

#( belladonna. )#( belladonna1. )#lmao belladonna pls #but i mean he'd be pretty stupid to deny that she is soo

fuckme1444

#( a heart's a heavy burden. )

nvzabini.

Nadia couldn’t keep the smirk off her face as the waiter took her plate back to the kitchen, eyes snapping back to James’ as he spoke. “In case you’ve forgotten, I do have a mastery in Potions—-I ought to be able to tell if my food’s been tampered with and if it is my words will be the least of his worries.” She looked thoughtful for a moment, “Or, I could always have you serve as my food taster—-what do you say, Potter? Up for the challenge?”

"Would be quite hard to forget that, and I wasn’t going so far as to think that the waiter might poison you, but if you’re so keenly observant that you can tell if your food has been spat in or otherwise physically tampered with, then, by all means continue.” James’ face pinched and he canted his head, “I know that there are those out there that like to make a jester out of me, but I think I’ll pass on that and leave it to the expert.”

#( nadia. )#( nadia1. )

fcrtunamajcr.

Ryder sat back on his spot, making room for James beside him. “Im trying not to postpone it too much, but I’m kind of also avoiding Rhys.” He ordered two beers and sighed, a hand running through his hair nervously. “Choice words? I think he’ll have nothing but sticks and stones. How’s Lil?” With a skilled bit of wandless magic, he opened their bottles and took a sip. “How — How is she?” He cleared his throat, hoping James wouldn’t notice the slight crack in his voice.

James took a seat next to his friend, setting his elbows up on the table and folding his arms. “You and Rhys should really try hashing out whatever bad blood you’ve got going on there. It would mean a lot to Annette, especially with the upcoming wedding..” And, in James’ perspective, in times like these, quarrels meant to little compared to the big picture. They were all in this together and should stand united, but he also understood that interpersonal problems popped up and not everyone could so easily get along. He glanced at the beer bottle, curling his fingers around it slowly. “Lily is...Lily. Working at the bar right now while doing her auror training.” He was concerned that Lily was going to explode any day now, but then again, he was concerned for everyone. Jane included. Ryder included, and he was relieved that the other was closer now. “She’s...doing her thing. Healing people, bringing smiles to other people’s faces, but I do think that she could use someone that could do the same for her.”

#( ryder. )#( ryder1. )#ryder is like a second brother to him tbh

fcrtunamajcr.

Ryder pulled James into a hug. He wasn’t very good at expressing emotions — especially not in a bar with fifty other guys, but he missed his friend. “Man, Annie will kill me if she finds out I met you first. And ten minutes ago, actually. I was gonna stop by the Burrow, but I’m kind of avoiding Al, so…”

Physical affection came easy to James, especially during such dark times as these where he tried to hold onto those that he cared about with a vice grip. Wounding an arm about Ryder and patting his back, he let out a low chuckle, “I’m sure she’ll understand that it was a chance meetup though I wouldn’t put off seeing her for too long.” Sigh escaping his lips, he shook his head, “I’m not asking for a miracle, but you and Al should really hash it out. But I can’t really blame you since I’m sure he’d have some choice words for you. He means well. As I know you do.”

#I MISSED THEM #( ryder. )#( ryder1. )

fcrtunamajcr.

“Is there anything you need or would you just like to keep staring? I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just a practical question. Either way, take a seat. You’ve been there for a while.”

"I was just going to actually welcome you back, didn’t expect to see you is all, but if you would rather skip all the pleasantries, we can do that.” James reached out his hand for a handshake in greeting. “When did you get back into town?”

#( ryder. )#( ryder1. )

ofdivinehell.

“YOU look like you need a drink. Or am I off?”

"Need is debatable. Though you make me wonder how it is that I look that makes you say. ”

#and i've never responded to this starter...neVER #( belladonna. )#( belladonna1. )

nvzabini.

“This…. isn’t what I ordered. Is ineptitude a theme here or is it just you?”

Watching as the disgruntled waiter headed back toward the kitchen without another word, James leaned over slightly, addressing his coworker, “I’d mince your words a bit better if I were you. He is the person who handles your food before it gets to you, after all.”

#( nadia. )#( nadia1. )#nadia wants to snark you say???#-throws james her way-#this gif is very appropriate bc this is probs how he looks #very scruffy looking smh

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