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036. 28 march 1977
Feb. 19th, 2012 09:49 pmJames 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.
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.
