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James nodded, taking another drink as he listened to his friend. Mary and his friendship was something he didn't know how it came to be, it came a bit effortlessly and he was glad for it.

"i'm sure they will, I understand that we need the variety, but I always know that the host country would have wanted their team to be in the finals." he admitted with a shrug and took the crown from her with a smile, "If you mare it Mare, I'll wear it proudly." he chuckled putting it on. "It is a great honor, they could have chosen anyone, means that the public likes my comments." he admitted.

It was the event of a lifetime, surely. Certainly something no one wanted to miss. The witch herself had stood by her stall up until just an hour ago, making sure all the sales were going smoothly since it was just her and no one else. It was fine that way but it left little time to celebrate during the day. It was just nice to take a break for once.

"I'm sure they'll make it in next time around. Gotta leave a little room for other teams, don't you think?" Mary grinned at James, sipping from her own beverage; the remains of her tea charmed to be chilled. "They have you broadcasting the game, at least, don't they?" It seemed like an important thing. "That's amazing." She turned to fetch something from a box she'd been carrying. "Here. Not sure if this is quite your style but I tried to give it a something of a King Oberon vibe."

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James chuckled at the joke, "What makes you think I don't have all the player's names for all the teams that participated already memorised?" he teased back. It was sort of part of his job, but also part of his love for Quidditch, he really loved the game even if he couldn't play it anymore.

He was about to continue with the light topics, not wanting to dwell into many deep things at the moment, he was already torn with his personal life, to even think on why Lily was here now, after all those years of not talking.

"As you mentioned, it's Sirius' tent, Sirius invited you, who am I to disagree?" he knew he could, of he told Sirius that he didn't want anyone there, his friend would understand, but James wasn't that kind of person. "Why would it make it strange? It's the World Cup, everyone is invited, Evans." he wanted to ask many things, he wanted to know if the feelings he had were one sided, if the feeling he got that she fancied him back as real, but it was too much on top of the anxiousness of the game.

"More enjoyable for the locals maybe, but I think you have an ulterior motive. You just don't want to learn all the names of these new players," she teased, nudging his shoulder. Sometimes it was nice to pretend they were back at school, bantering back and forth, even if it was confusing. For both of them. It wasn't fair to James trying to act like nothing had changed, and that nagging guilt she was used to feeling by now encompassed her.

"Is it weird that I'm here? In Sirius's tent?" There were so many other things she wanted to say, to apologise for, but for now this would have to do. "I know it's a big deal for you, and your career and... stuff. I really don't want to ruin it or make it strange for you." It was awkward, even her delivery was jilted and strained, but he'd always appreciated her frankness in the past. Or he used to. Maybe things had changed.

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James wanted to protest that he never wanted to get rid of Sirius, the work he had was hard enough, and then on top of that they were working for the Order, they had more than one opportunity to get hurt of killed and lately that had been on this mind. How little he felt he was doing, how he could actually improve his help with the resistance of Voldemort and his followers.

"i've been selected to be the commentator on the World Cup." he added, looking at Vesper more than at Sirius. It was a good kind of news, he always dreamed to participate at the World Cup, but more as a player than anything else. It was somewhat bittersweet, specially since he wanted to change careers.

“Same old, same old,” he shrugged. It was a tiring day, but not as bad as some which could land him in St. Mungo’s. There was always a bed reserved for hitwizards due to the nature of the job. “Of course, can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Good call, quite dangerous to eat anything I’ve cooked,” he agreed with a chuckle. “Oh? What’s the news?” he asked, curious as he took the bottle back from James and took another sip. He ran his fingers through Vesper’s fur, finding it calming, almost like he was a therapy dog. It was nice to come home after a long day and have him waiting there, along with his friend.

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There was a polite smile, fondly remembering however enthusiastic the people around her could get during her time at Hogwarts. Somehow those weekends filled with quidditch seemed like a memory filled with joy despite how little she’d taken part in it. For the most part she’d done her part in cheering on from the stands, always admiring the players yet never finding much common ground when it came to the topic itself. Still, at times she’d pay mind to the whole thing. After all it was a common interest of many. “I do not mind it at all, actually. Quidditch was part of a rather fun time of my life, although I did not play. Can’t say much for other sports.”

Truth be told, even though she didn’t flee a room with a conversation regarding quidditch floating through the air, she certainly wasn’t going out of her way either. “Hm,” She had to think for a moment. “We do have a rather lovely enchanted quartet in the manor. Always fills the air with the soft sound of music. Perhaps that is where my love for the classical side of things comes from.” For a moment she was silent, before her eyes went searching. He did seem familiar and part of her wondered if that was due to having seen him around Sirius. It was almost too sad a thought. “Would it surprise you if I admitted that I care little for politics?”

James looked at Narcissa, thinking that there were some gestures that felt rehearsed, it reminded Sirius when they first met each other. But soon his best mate got rid of the fake politeness and actually behaved on his own desires. 

“We’ll, being as I don’t know you that well Ms Black, I can not be sure of your likes or dislikes.” he shrugged, leaning on his chair, “I’m sure, it’s one of the few things that the whole school seems to enjoy, it would be odd that you missed out.” he pointed before she continued. “It might be, the Wireless offers a broad selection of music, we are diversifying to muggle music as well as magical.” he added and shrugged again, “People are complex, I’m just numerating the various topics the radio handles.”

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Marlene knew someone was at the door way before James decide to knock on the door- she has a charm on the doorstep and it works wonders especially before she has to wake up to Sirius using his key to her place for no bloody reason at all. She opens the door fast, her head titled to a side as she watches him.

“Potter!” She smiles as she greets him stepping to a side in case he wanted to step in. “It’s good to see you, you look charming as always.”

James laughed, it was obvious that Marlene was busy, but he entered the home, just wanting to catch up with her. “Of course, wouldn’t be me if I weren’t charming” he joked.

“How have you been, Marley? Feel we haven’t seen each other in ages.”

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James loved when he got to talk Quidditch with Rolanda, she was an excellent player, a brilliant teach, and an even more amazing co-host, he couldn't imagine getting on of the old buggers from the radio that thought that Quidditch was a fundamentally British thing and they never like it evolving.

He also liked that they could be honest with each other about their opinions, because the love for the game was greater than any grievance they would have supporting opposite sides.

James laughed, "I'd prefer to be on the field, but I meant it would have been nice for the hosting country to make it to the finals. I never thought Mali would have made it." he admitted, with praise behind the sentence.

Rolanda was enjoying herself, for sure, being neck deep in the Quidditch World Cup, though not necessarily in the form that she'd have preferred. But at a certain point, Quidditch was Quidditch and she couldn't complain. Because any fanatic of the game knew just who she was and her history, so it was almost like being back in the league herself.

Lifting her glass of mead as she settled next to James, the half-harpy lifted her glass in quiet salute. "Bah, pox on those leprechauns. Why in the bloody hell is Britain so shite. I'd prefer a Britain showing," she quipped lightly, taking a swig of her own, "Though, no matter where my loyalties fall, quidditch is quidditch."

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Lily had been a complicated topic on James' life, he had fancied her for long. She was intelligent, kind, outspoken, she wasn't afraid to be truthful and of course she always saw the best in people. One of the main reasons that James wanted her to like him. But not matter what, it seemed that they weren't meant to be.

At school James made a fool of himself, and when he finally thought they had a chance, Lily moved on from the magical world. It wasn't until the Battle that he saw Lily again and things were complicated enough with Peter to actually try and think of what it meant for her to be back in the ranks.

He nodded at her question, "Every time I get to see a new team play I get excited, you learn a lot from watching other countries. But I still have this feeling that the cup would be more enjoyable for locals if their team made it to the finals, as not everyone is on the sport spirit."

Lily had thrown herself into the world cup. A chance to try to regain some normality, and to remind herself of all the things in this world she was fighting for. James being one of them. Sweet, wonderful James. She watched him a little too intently, wondering what was running through his mind. She was almost surprised when he actually turned to talk to her, her eyes quickly flitting down to her drink to hide her stares.

"Oh yeah." Lily didn't actually care who was playing most of the time. She never had a regular team she supported. She just the underdog and cheered for them, something that had been particularly difficult this year. Once she'd decided she supported a team though it suddenly meant everything. "But isn't it nice to see two teams we never usually get to see play?"

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James looked at his friend, his brother, and he couldn't help to worry. Last time they had a mission Sirius was severely injured, and James couldn't help to wander what it entailed for Sirius to be out there hunting wizards all day long, he didn't want to ponder on the possibilities for long.

"That bad, huh?" he asked looking at Padfoot, "I'm glad you came home." he mumbled, being truthful, but there was a real feeling behind those words.

"That's why I cook around here, if you do, then we might end up poisoned," he teased, taking Sirius' glass and giving a sip from it. "I have news, it's not as good as food but we can work on that later."

Any day he didn’t get maimed or his ass kicked in some way he always counted in the win column even as tired as he was. He chucked his keys on the table as he walked inside hearing James’ voice. “Shouldn’t I be asking you question as you’re the one home first? Should have it on the table and ready for me,” he teased with a chuckle.

He went into the kitchen to grab a beer, popping the top and taking a swig. “We can order in? I’m not a good cook on the best day and today certainly isn’t one of them and don’t even feel like attempting it,” he concluded as he walked over to the couch and plopped down. Vesper came out of his room and sat down in front of him looking for attention and he obliged, reaching over to lightly scratch behind his ears.

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SHADOWHUNTERS ↳ 1.01: “The Mortal Cup”

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The most important event on James career was happening and James got to be a part of it. It felt somewhat bittersweet, the fact that he would be participating in the World Cup but not as a player made him ponder about his life, his found job and the war. And what would he would like to go carrying on after everything was over.

However, he didn’t want to worry while he was supposed to be celebrating. He put his million thoughts aside and took a swing from his butterbeer and smiled to the person sitting next to him, “Shame Ireland is not making it to the final, innit?” 

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James shrugged, “I’ve heard of certain people being asked to come by to support the vent, make it seem like a success.” he explained his logic, it wasn’t like every person at th eMinistry would be at the fair. 

“Tellies are fun, Sirius and I were considering one, it is amazing what muggles produce, however, I barely have time to listen to other shows on the wireless, much less add a telly on top of that.” he shrugged, “I would argue that at telly is as useful as a radio, but I might be out of work if I said that too loud.” he joked and shook his head, “just a couple of hours, when they thought more people would transit through.”

She caught herself nodding along to his words, moving a hair a behind her ear idly with one hand. "Believe it or not, I’m not here for work. Don’t see how curse breaking could be needed her.” She frowned. “At least that’s what I’m hoping. Don’t see myself attending anymore festivals and fairs if I end up having to crack out the curse breaking repertoire to fend of Merlin-knows-what.”

She reached out to pick up a brochure, glancing over the contents of the info sheet. “I was visiting the museum with Alice earlier. I know how to turn on a tv now. Not that I think I’ll ever be needing that but the person working in that particular part of the exhibit claimed that it was an important skill to have. Is it? Important, I mean.” Truth be told, she saw no use at all in the tv itself. “Do they have you working the entire festival? James Potter not getting a chance to enjoy himself seems almost scandalous.”

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James entered the flat and let himself fall on the couch, she had meetings upon meetings to talk about future sponsors at the Radio show and other events. He had been to Order meetings and missions and he didn't know when was the last time he stopped and had a moment to collect his thoughts.

There on the couch he remembered the last few months and something was still nagging at him, and it was made more clear when Sirius entered the house, from a job that felt more important than talking shit on the radio. "Honey, welcome home. Where's dinner?" he teased, knowing that Sirius was probably was as exahusted as him.

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Narcissa’s eyes followed to where the other had pointed, nodding along as she realized just what booth she’d walked toward and somehow bumped into. “Oh, I didn’t notice. I was browsing the festival guide.” She smiled politely. There was something familiar about the face in front of her yet in that very moment she struggled to place just who it belonged to.

“I do not, no.” She gave a friendly shrug. “I must admit, I’m more one for busying myself with books than listening to things. Unless it’s music but that hardly comes from a wireless in this case.” Her eyes lingered for a moment before scanning the booth itself. “So, what is it that makes this program so special?”

James looked at Narcissa, she was not terrible but still he didn’t want to asume things, he would remain polite and do his work see what might come of the interaction and talk with Sirius about it at home, see what he thought of it. 

“Mine? Well I just talk about Quidditch a lot, which entertain a lot of te Wizarding World, but some other programs might be more to your liking, if sports is not your thing.” he shrugged, he didn’t know what was her thing, but she might not be interested in Quidditch as far as he knew so he wouldn’t push her to listen like he was supposed to do with every come-to-be patron. He was at work but he tried being polite and not badger people for attention. “What type of things does Mrs Black like? Maybe something to do with politics, or music?”

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Narcissa had managed to find herself in her own world, paying no mind to the world around her as she browsed the festivals schedule to see if she’d missed anything worth attending. Her eyes were scanning the the list of events, small and big yet nothing seemed to stick out; nothing she hadn’t already been to, on purpose or by accident. A sudden question startled her, the presence near her not something she had expected. “What?”

She turned toward the one who owned the voice, the question seemingly odd. “What a peculiar question! Is that such a must-know type of thing?”

James looked at Narcissa, he knew of her through Sirius, more or less. They weren’t exactly close, and now she was a Malfoy if his memory didn’t fail him. Which it wasn’t a great thing, considering how Blacks and Malfoys viewed the world.

James pointed at the Magical Wireless name on top of the booth as a reply, “It’s part of the job,” he replied. He really didn’t care who liked what. Yes it was good to meet fans and people that liked his work, but these type of events weren’t target oriented so it was hard to see what people would reply. “Maybe you don’t listen the Wireless?”

The Magical Wireless had James tied in contractual bullshit, he might have wanted to enjoy the fair some more, but there he was, at the booth, to wait for photos, interviews and autographs. He was bored out of his mind, when his next visitor came to the booth. "Hullo, what is you favorite program on the Magical Wireless?" he greeted as he did most of the people that approached their space.

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James had had to work for the event, and he had to sit and talk to the people that came to the booth, either because they liked his show or disliked his comments, whatever it was it kept James busy for a big part of the fair. He tried to enjoy as much as he could, he saw glimpses of his friends here and there and he wanted to join in but by the time he was out he didn’t know who else was still around.

He purchased a cold butterbeer and moved along the crowd until he found someone utterly familiar.

He thought maybe he would find Sirius there, he lived near the Alley, but he was glad to find Lily there. Gorgeous Lily, having a wonderful time just being her, dancing, laughing, shining bright as the world around her just shined with her. He was so entranced on looking at her that his reflexes were too slow to avoid the collision, and his butterbeer to be splattered on his shirt. “I would never asume anything is your fault, Evans, we both know that’s my role in this relationship.” he teased, taking his wand out to clean his clothes, “I see you are having fun.”

Who: open

Where: Unity Fair

When: Sunday 18 July 1982

How long had it been, Lily wondered, since she had seen so much dancing and celebration in public? There had been a gloominess in the air the past year which Lily simply had not been able to shake. 

It was hard to feel anything other than joy, however, with so much laughing and joy, with the smell of sweets and butterbear in the air. 

And with the songs of her childhood playing, song she heard on muggle radio which so many around her could not understand why she would still listen to.

She sang them now, moving with glee. Lily was undeniably, unapologetically muggleborn, and tonight was a night for her to celebrate it. 

She span uncontrollably in her dance, nearly knocking into someone as she did so. “I would apologize, but if you really think about it, it’s your fault. You should be dancing! Surly you can’t listen to music like this and not dance!”