#convo:james

[mollymaehague]

I’m extremely late (okay, two days late but that’s still late!) but.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! What did you do for your birthday? Did you have a good day? @jamesmfame​

[wxrmtxil]

When: Peter’s Appearance at the Ministry - Late Afternoon Where: Ministry of Magic - Level 2 With: James Potter @mr-potter

It’d been hours. Hell, it could’ve been days with how bone tired Peter felt. He’d never been a talker but he’d forgotten how exhausting long conversations could be. After Alastor read him his situation he was left to sit on a bench in the corridor, head dropped down, hands on his knees. His grimy appearance, shoulder length matted hair and unkempt badly trimmed beard caused him to stand out against the well-kept Ministry professionals. 

His eyes were drooping closed but he forced them open, it wasn’t safe here. Hell, he doubted he’d feel safe where they put him either. He hadn’t felt safe since the Hogwarts common room, not really. God he missed the place, he missed those years, he missed-

His descent down that mental rabbit hole was brought to a stop by the appearance of a pair of legs in front of him. When they didn’t move he assumed it was the next official come to cart him off to his new ‘monitored’ apartment. With a sigh, he looked up and his tired eyes went wide. 

James. 

He looked older, so much more grown up. Peter did nothing but stare for several seconds. He hadn’t planned for this, he wasn’t supposed to be here- why? What could he say-

There was nothing. So he didn’t speak, though his breath escaped in a quiet gasp, the only sound he made. 

[mxnervamxgonagall]

When: Present Day (Game Time) Where: Godric’s Hollow - Potter’s Home With: James Potter @mr-potter​

Minerva made a point to keep up with the news, it was easy to get left out of the loop while spending every day in Hogwarts and she detested not being up to date in the happenings of the world. Needless to say when one Mr. Pettigrew had made a miraculous (and extremely suspicious) return to wizarding society, she’d been certain it would have an effect beyond what the media reported. The whole thing left her tinged with guilt, he’d been one of her students after all; the boy had made his own bed of course but could she have been firmer? Been sharper and helped him hold true to the qualities of the house he’d been sorted into? 

Well, there was no use ruminating on such thoughts, so she focused on what could be done, checking in with the students she knew had been close the man. James and she had a closer relationship than she’d had with most other students (she and Euphemia had been friends after all) and when Harry had come along she’d taken to the boy immediately. Minerva apparated to the front gate of the charming house, a small wrapped package in one hand and walked up to the door. She rapped her knuckles sharply on the wood three times and waited. 

Moments later, James answered the door. “Potter,” she greeted with a nod, “And where is Harry?” Not a moment after she’d asked the question, a small blur shot out between James’ legs and hugged her legs. With a laugh she took the boy into her arms and lifted him up, “Hello Dear,” she tilted her cheek for a kiss and turned back to James, “Well are you going to invite me in or shall I be entertained in the doorway like a common salesman?”

[xormxail]

When: Halloween 1981 Where: The Three Broomsticks With: James @mischiefprongs​

Peter hadn’t seen his friends in a while; the four of them had arrived together for costume purposes and the he’d made his way to the quietest corner of the pub and hunkered down with a butterbeer and a few sweets. The nice thing about his bulky costume was that he could just pull his arm from the sleeve of the bear outfit and use if to unwrap his sweets. For the drink he needed to lift the head up but only enough to show his mouth; it was a little like having a half-barrier from the world, it made him feel a little safer, and he’d take anything safe these days. 

He’d watched people come and go and made some stilted conversation (and more terrifyingly been cornered by Marlene) but now he was settled again. He looked up when a figure moved towards, his head cocking to the side (making the costume look a little funny) as he realised it was James. “Y-you’ve changed.” he stuttered quietly, “G-got tired of being a b-bear?” 

[apareciumcresswell]

When: Day After Hogsmeade Party Where: Ministry of Magic - Floor 2 With: James @disxillusixned​

Having spent some time speaking with the receptionist, Dirk felt less like he was about to throw up again every moment those images flashed in his mind, but that didn’t mean he felt able to recount the whole thing in every gruesome detail. He was waiting at the entrance to the Auror department, after being dropped off their by the receptionist, someone should be meeting him. He was trying to get the story straight in his head. Dirk wasn’t a fool, he had seen those bodies yes, but he’d been trying to hard to think about people he had seen that evening heading towards the forest. 

He was never a lover of large crowds so throughout the evening he’d found his way to the fringe of events where the small village seemed to spill into the woodlands and it had mostly been gigging couples looking for a little intimacy but... There had been one figure who’d stuck in his mind. At the time he didn’t bare much thought to it but now, maybe that should be considered very differently. 

He was pulled from his reverie when a man spoke his name and he looked up to see a face he recognised from school. “James?” he question softly, pausing for a moment before adding, “I’m pleased I get to speak to you about this.” If he had to relive this again, at least it was with a friendly face.

[wormtailpettigrewpeter]

Pearl Diving || Peter & James

When: After The Events At Puddlemere With: @redandgoldenboy​

Peter had meant it when he said he’d wanted to see James again; he knew the two of them had been far from their usual level of communication since they’d left school and, well, Peter was never that good at communicating to begin with. Given how the night of the Puddlemere celebration had ended it was only natural that their plans had gotten delayed. Still, they’d made plans for a later weekend and despite the time of year it was still pretty sunny and warm, one of the last echos of summer before the autumn fully set in. 

So when James sent an owl to him that morning saying there’s been a change of plans and to meet him near a beach he hadn’t really questioned it and apparated to a discreet place nearby and walked to the all but deserted beach, seeing James waving to him as he got closer.

“James, this isn’t a bar, or a cafe.” he said by way of greeting. “What are we doing here?” Did he want to go to a beach-side place to eat or something? 

[thecharmingnolan]

What the hell, James?! Why am I learning you bought Snow’s necklace at the auction?

[catprofessor]

Have a Biscuit || Minerva & James

@redandgoldenboy​

They were at war; it was natural there would be tragedy and loss but it still carved a place in one’s heart to experience it. Right now she had no doubt James felt as though his heart were in two. Minerva had already spent several hours with Euphemia yesterday at Fleamont’s bedside. She’d known the woman for decades now, since before James was even born and it had been painful for her to see her dear friend in such agony but she’d done what she could. Now she would again provide what comfort she could to James. 

She’d let herself into his home, having sent word of her impending arrival (and leaving no room for argument about it) and closed it gently behind her. Minerva pulled her pointed hat off and rested it on a coat hook and did the same with her coat, leaving her in plain black robes as she walked into the living room to see James sat upon the sofa... there were scarcely a handful of moments she could recall ever seeing him look so forlorn. Taking a breath she walked fully into the room, lent over the sofa to put a small, old-looking tin on the table currently covered in wedding plans, rested her hand gently on his shoulder and softly spoke, “Have a biscuit Potter.” 

[asktheprincessofhearts-archive]

AU Weekend:  Memories (Closed Starter)

@ask-jr-space-surfer

Cora couldn’t take it any longer.  She had to know.  She spun around on her heel and turned in the direction James had gone, pushing open the door to his room.  She stormed inside, her emotions swirling.  She simultaneously wanted to scream, to cry, and to break something like she was broken.

“You need to explain to me,” she demanded, “what in the flying fairies is going on here!  A few days ago...was I supposed to be some sort of joke?”

[pettigrewwhiskers]

Life Goes On || James & Peter

Where || Godric’s Hollow

When || October 4th 1979

With || @marautyr

He’d just finished work and didn’t want to go home, couldn’t go home, what if they were there? It wasn’t safe on his own. Maybe if he stayed... or just visited someone else they’d think he was doing their work, even now, and leave him alone. He just wanted to be left alone. But where could he go? One place came to mind and guilt bubbled in his gut till he felt as though it would flow from his mouth like so much bile.

Godric’s Hollow.

They’d be fine... right? It was James, James and Lilly, nothing could stop them. They could do anything, not like him. And he was so tired, maybe if he was there he could have a little kip. It was a scary thought but what wasn’t terrifying right now. Just a few minutes and then he’d figure something else out.

Before he let himself think it over further he’d apparented to just down the road and with hunched shoulder looked to the sides and over his shoulder before walking up and to the gate. Peter gulped as he made his way to the door and timidly knocked, a part of him (the part that wasn’t utterly spineless) half-hoped they’d not be home... As it was, he didn’t have to wait long for it to open and he looked up (and up) to see James.

“I-I’m sorry for coming by.” he said quietly, sniffing once, “I uhh, I just wanted to see you, you and Lilly.” he added, looking done once more, eyes focused on James’ feet and his own hands, the fine tremble in them not going unnoticed. He sniffed again, “A-are you doing okay?”

[professorminerva-mcgonagall]

Order Shall Come || James & Minerva

When: October 3rd 1979

Where: Godric’s Hollow

With: @marautyr 

Minerva left Hogwarts the moment her lessons were done for day and apparated to Godric’s Hollow. Her emerald robes swished slightly as she elegantly landed just beyond the gate and she fixed her pointed hat just so before placing a hand on the latch. In her other hand was a rather old and somewhat beaten tin on home made biscuits with a pattern of a child and a dog on the front. She’d had it for years and knew most (if not all) former Gryffindor’s could testify to the deliciousness of its contents. 

Pushing the gate open she knew the choice about to be made couldn’t be undone yet would not regret it. Minerva had provided information to Albus for some time, she knew more of his- ... of The Order than many who were actually members and the time had come for her to fully step into the organisation. Perhaps if she’d done so earlier then- no, little point dwelling on such thoughts. Instead, she’d make it her mission that no more would be lost to this idiotic war brought about by a blood-crazed fiend.

She raised her hand and rapped sharply on the familiar door three times, standing with perfectly straight posture and wasted little time once the door opened and revealed the former-student she was here to see. “Potter.” Minerva inclined her head slightly before bull-dozing her inside and pulling her hat off, holding it out to him, “Hang that up won’t you, and put some tea on we’ll be talking for a while and my biscuits go best with a strong cup.” Knowing the layout from past visits Minerva strode into the kitchen and regally took a seat, placing the tin on the table.

[xormxail]

Where: Order Safehouse When: Feb 26th 1981 With: James @prvngspotter​

He’d been doing his best to avoid Order locations and, well, everyone in general. His friends had dropped by his apartment and he’d pretended not to be in. His colleagues checked up on him, invited him out with them and he declined and Order meetings went ahead with him missing in action. So long as he didn’t know anything he couldn’t give anything away and everyone was safer. Luckily, from what he’d gleamed, it seemed most thought his behaviour was down to the attack he suffered at the hands of the Dark Lord. 

He’d informed Dumbledore who’d informed the Order members it was the man himself who’d killed his workmates and struck the blow on his back. Since then he’d largely been left alone. Today though, he’d been unable to put off checking in to inform senior members about any going ons in his department. There were none so he’d hoped to be in and out before anyone else noticed. He was walking down the hallway towards the door when a hand on his shoulder had him leaping nearly a foot into the air, pressing his back against the wall. He saw it was James who’d touched him and relaxed, if only slightly. 

“S-sorry.” he stuttered, bringing his hands forward, shoulder’s hunched up to his ears and gaze squarely on the floor. “I d-didn’t know you were t-there...” 

[guycandymaddox-blog]

jamesreyonlds:

Very much.

And yet ya didn’t say anythin’? Kinda hurt, kid.

[thisrelentlessmarauder]

James, you are terrible at sneaking up on people. I can hear you breathing.

[gryffinjules]

aurorjspotter:

slippery-mo-hakim:

Sorry Jamie– had to do it.  I’ll make it up somehow on our date.

Our date? Hakim, as tempting as that sounds, my heart belongs to another. 

Sorry Mo. Since I beat him in a duel, his ass, or heart I guess, is mine. 

[asktheheartsprincess]

Cora made her way over to James, trying (and failing) to hide her excitement about the show.

“Hey! How are things going with you? You as excited as I am!?” She started to ask, eyes sparkling before she gathered from his face and the stage crew something was very wrong. Scanning the area for danger, she didn’t see any intruders, though she fingered one of her daggers she’d stashed in her corset just in case (she never went anywhere unarmed, a fact that had made Jane shriek when they’d come across each other on the way to the dorm showers). Cora kept her eyes narrowed for threats in the darkness, but they didn’t come.

“What’s going on?” She asked, and her tone brook no argument that she needed to be told.

Open Starter: Set

Costume? Check. Hair? Check, but he hated it. Stage makeup? Check. Microphone? Good to go.

Well, that left one thing. James went to set his props.

The first thing he did was head to the prop table and do a gloss over confirming everything. So far, so good… except.

“Hey, where the hell is the gun?”

That attracts the immediate attention of the crew, rushing over to see what he meant, someone pulling a flashlight to get a better look at the table, especially his section where all of his props were supposed to be. Sure enough, the gun prop he needed for the end of the show was gone, and pale faces meet his. This can’t be good.

James sighs. “Don’t worry. We’ve still got all of Act 1, the intermission, and most of Act 2. Let’s just make sure it gets found. I’ll help you look whenever I’m not on.”

This? Not ideal. He turns to the stage manager. “But, just in case, can you radio up to the booth and make sure they’re ready for plan B? I set up a backup for this one… just in case. Considering.”

There’s a nod and the SM moves to take care of that while he starts to help the crew look for the missing prop. It can’t have gone too far… right?