036. 28 march 1977

[alotofgood]

James has been sleeping in the Common Room for the whole night. He didn't want to see Sirius anymore, not after discovering what the fucking git did to him; and quite frankly, it hurt to move.

He shifts in the considerably uncomfortable armchair he only half-remembers settling into last night, after the fist-fight and the black-eye and the – he winces – cut lip.

He gingerly straightens, his neck and his shoulders making quiet cracking sounds, sharp pains shooting every which way in reaction.

Merlin's Fucking Beard, he feels like shit.

Not just physically, of course, but mentally too. He remembers now, just why he'd even gotten into a fight at all.

Fuck.

Lily is going to be so angry.

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[alotofgood]

"Well, it hurts a whole lot less than it did when I broke Regulus' nose."

James pauses.

"What is it with the Blacks? It's like they're all trying to get me to fight them."

[lilium_evansiae]

"I don't know, James," Lily says.

"Maybe it's a hidden family talent.

"Can you move your fingers and all?"

[alotofgood]

"Yeah. It's just a bit sore, is all."

James demonstrates, by flexing his hand.

... and okay. He might've twitched a little there.

[lilium_evansiae]

Lily nods.

She will take his word for it.

"All right.

"Fifteen minutes, then."

Don't be late, James.

[alotofgood]

"Right. Fifteen minutes," James repeats, before he heads up to the boys' dormitory without delay.

He kicks off his shoes as soon as he enters the room, scrambles about for a clean set of robes, and heads to the shower.

If any of his roommates wake up, he certainly doesn't notice them.

He cannot fuck things up.