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madamnroz :

“Oh, I can so hit you with free butterbeer. I know where my strengths lie.” She grinned. “And there isn’t any glitter – crafting, yes, but Reena already promised to help me with all of that. This is more just… tree decorating, and helping put up lights, and tinsel, and mistletoe, and charming the faux snow. Simple stuff.”

“You're lucky your butterbeer’s better than that bloke’s at The Hog’s Head or I’d take my business there,” he muttered. “Good. I can do that. I draw the line at tinsel, though. It gets everywhere.”

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madamnroz‌:

“Oh, come on, James.” Rosmerta grinned, holding her hands together to show just how much she needed his help. “You know you want to help – I’ll even give you some extra butterbeer for the trouble. Extra whipped cream and cinnamon, just how you like it.”

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not caving.” James crossed his arms in front of him stubbornly. Then, hearing the promise of extra butterbeer, he grinned. “C’mon, you can’t just hit me with the free butterbeer thing. Fine, I’ll help. But if there’s too much glitter I’m out.”

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“No, no, no, no, Dromeda’s already sending me owls asking me to help her and mum decorate when I get back I can’t handle any more glitter.”

“There is officially only a month left until Christmas. Do you know what that means?” Unable to wait for the other person to share her enthusiasm, Rosmerta grinned. “It means it’s time to decorate! I’ve already found a tree, the decorations are down from the attic. It’s time.”

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James walked up behind Ava and made an exaggerated sigh. “Haunted Corn Maze? I don’t know, we live in a castle with dozens of ghosts, how good could it be?” Shooting her a wink and a smile, he twitched his head towards the maze. “But I guess you’ve convinced me.”

“I really want to go in the Haunted Corn Maze, but I do not want to go in on my own.” Ava put her hands in her pockets and rocked side to side, an encouraging smile on her face. “Come with me?” 

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pxter-pxttigrew :

“Yeah. Pretty sure it’s a lost cause, mate. Can cheer up the scared shit-less.”

James looked over at his friend sadly. “Be nice to go back to first year where none of this shit happened and all we cared about was stealing chocolate frog cards, huh?”

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argentumviridis :

“Please. Like you genuinely care about that, Potter.”

“Y’know Snivellus, if you looked past your enormous beak of a nose you’d see that I actually do care about it.”

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im-never-sirius :

Sirius shrugged, laying back on the couch and certainly not in the best mood himself. “It has been rather depressing, Prongs.”

James looked over to Sirius and sat up quickly. “Then we’ve gotta do something about it. C’mon, when’s the last time just you and me caused mayhem around here, huh?”

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regulusxblack :

“Not my problem.”

“I’m sure your sad n’ moping mug doesn’t help the situation either.”

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“Listen, mate, there’s got to be some way to get people to stop looking so depressed round here.”

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daffodil-disaster :

Narcissa’s birthday had snuck up on her this year. Suddenly it was the third and the calendar had to remind her instead of her sister sneaking in to tell her ‘Happy Birthday’ at midnight before the rest of the world even tried. She’d been in the corridor when the hot sting of tears began to well up in her eyes. Narcissa Black would not have anyone see her crying. It began as a quick walk, but soon turned into Cissy full out running back to her common rooms. That is, until she ran into the last person she wanted to see.

“Leave me alone, Potter.” She said, looking down to hide her tears.

James began to respond with his usual reply to Slytherins who wanted to ignore his Head Boy status, but stopped himself when he noticed Narcissa’s face. “Hey, you okay, Blondie?”

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littlebird-macmillan :

Ava paused before answering, her eyes tracking a crying girl walking past them. She avoided James’ eye. 

“I’m okay, of course I am,” she answered eventually. “I’m fine, it’s just that… this is meant to be our safe place. It’s not meant to reach us here.” 

James followed where Ava’s eyes led and tensed as the girl walked past. He shuffled his foot along the floor before responding. “It will be again. Just right now there’re some shitty people out there doing shitty things and,” he pushed his hair back from his face with a sigh, “we’ll need to do everything we can do stop it.”

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pxter-pxttigrew :

“Doesn’t matter. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Don’t ask questions. Run. The first years will provide ample padding between me and my very angry sixth year Ravenclaw. Run. Run. Run. Run.”

James quickly looked over his shoulder before grabbing his bag from its place by his feet and taking off after Peter. Laughing a bit as they dodged through the first years, James kept up with his friend. “As much as I appreciate this impromptu cardio day, Wormtail, mind telling me why we’re running and why there’s a pissed off Ravenclaw trailing you?”

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littlebird-macmillan‌:

“It’s just so tense around here right now…”

“The whole world’s going mad, huh?” James leaned against the wall beside Ava as they took in the hall. “How’re you holding up?”

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. There’s a whole pack of first years around the corner that you’ll bowl if you keep running. Unless that’s what you’re going for?”

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daffodil-disaster :

“Well, they’re not Blacks anymore. Are they?” Narcissa said, her eyes remaining devoid of light in this particular conversation. “What’s it even matter? With all the chaos going on, it’s not like anyone would notice me slipping back in a tad late, right?”

“C’mon, they’re still related to you even if they’re not on some stupid wall hanging thing.” He shook his head, “nah, we still would notice. Besides, it’s night, it’s calm. No chaos.”

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argentumviridis :

“That’s hardly the choice I was referring to, Potter. And you know it.”

“Then enlighten me, Snivellus.”