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volumetwo2014-04-03 03:34 am
totalinterruption) wrote in volumetwo2014-04-03 03:34 am
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It had been a long, lazy stretch of summer so far. James knew he had to work on getting a job soon - there were spots at the Ministry, positions his dad had been nudging him into looking after for a few weeks or so now. But it was his last summer, the last time he'd get to spend time off with Albus and Lily, so the job hunt hadn't been pressing. That'll change in the fall, Harry had warned, and that had been perfectly alright with James: he was looking forward to getting his own flat and escaping from the house as quickly as he could.
"Hey," he greets, opening the door to Albus's room without so much as a knock, "grab your broom, I thought we might go flying-"
When his eyes land on Scorpius's face, the words die on his tongue.
"-what are you doing here?"
Never has there been a more accusing sentence in the English language.
"Hey," he greets, opening the door to Albus's room without so much as a knock, "grab your broom, I thought we might go flying-"
When his eyes land on Scorpius's face, the words die on his tongue.
"-what are you doing here?"
Never has there been a more accusing sentence in the English language.