fresh start

[CHARLOTTE KYONG PARKER]

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tag: James!--- words: 214 --- outfit: here template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James had become a little quiet over the last couple of months. Everyone had managed to notice, and no punches were pulled when it came to guessing why. Some theories had been downright absurd, and had almost made him laugh. In any case, his ideal seventh year was not in the least like this one, something which made him want to party so hard that everything would just become a whirlwind. Unfortunately, having one's own family in the same school prevented him from doing anything rash. So James had to settle for long periods of quiet research, and flying whenever he could.

Rain began to fall softly, and James knew his practice had to end. His friends were leaving him alone on purpose, so he could figure things out for himself. Kind of difficult when I still don't know what to say to her, James mused as he pulled into a steep climb, rising rapidly, before pointing straight down and going into a dive. Things blurred rapidly around him, and he could only vaguely make out a figure on the ground. If it's Rose saying she wants practice in the rain, I'll have to get a Healer, he decided and aimed for that part of the ground, slowing down at the last moment.

His legs flexed as he hit the ground, jarring slightly. He'd have to work on the dive a little more. "Hey Rose, you'd better not be-" he cut his sentence short, as he saw who it really was. Charlotte was looking a lot thinner, he realized as he really looked at her for the first time in months. He had kept his promise as far as Quidditch was concerned, but she had always been a figure on the broom, with no scope for close examination.

"Hello," he said after a short pause,"I guess Quidditch cancellation is still in effect. Rose hasn't gotten that maniacal yet," he stated, fumbling for a normal sounding sentence. In the end, he had to settle for, "How have you been doing these days? I'm sorry I haven't been talking much."

Whoo

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[CHARLOTTE KYONG PARKER]

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[/b] Charlotte shrugged. This was awkward, Charlotte was still waiting on James. She was waiting to hear what he wanted, how he felt and what he wanted to do in regrades to their relationship. Charlotte knew what she wanted, she wanted to move on and get past this.

“I’ve been alright, all things considered.” [/b]That was a lie. Charlotte wasn’t alright, she knew that much. “How are you?”[/b] Charlotte tucked her hand into her back pocket. The jeans she had on were old, the last time she wore them was two years ago. They were a child’s size jeans, Charlotte being too petite to fit in a double zero sometimes.
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tag: James!--- words: 223 --- outfit: here template by eliza @ shadowplay

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[JAMES SIRIUS POTTER]

James was cooling down, his body starting to feel the biting cold of the rain. His robes afforded him reasonable protection, but Charlotte was wearing the clothes of a child. We should go inside the changing rooms, he thought automatically, as he listened to Charlotte talking. The past few months must have been awkward for her, considering people knew him for longer and better. But he was glad that Rose and the others had just carried on like normal, even though things weren't exactly ideal.

He shifted the broom to his other hand, his left aching slightly from the impact of the landing. He shrugged his shoulders very slightly, trying to relieve the knot that had formed due to a good amount of time spent crouching over his broomstick. His clothes were getting steadily more drenched, the rain pounding a rhythm into his body. "You're lying," he said eventually, looking at her almost steadily,"You've lost a bit of weight."

The last few months had been tough, but he had always forced food in, knowing that if he lost his touch at Quidditch and his auror studies, there would be nothing to keep him going. Watching her frail figure, he put an arm around her on an impulse,
squeezing tightly. "I'm sorry. I know we need to talk. Let's go inside, you're getting drenched."