James has been in Darrow for all of two weeks, which does not allow much time for Christmas shopping. Particularly not when he arrived thinking it was Halloween. It had taken a few days to wrap his head around the fact that he'd suddenly skipped ahead in time by two months and apparently thirty-five years. So Christmas had sufficiently snuck up on him and he's sorry to say that his contribution to the little cluster of presents under the tree is sorely lacking. He'd managed to find a small thing or two that Sirius might like, but he hadn't guessed on spending Christmas with Kieren.
Sirius has made friends since being here, that much would stand to reason, but there is a niggling in his brain that says he's missing something. All night Sirius and Kieren have been drifting closer together and then springing apart, and James would find it comical if he weren't so bloody bewildered.
"Lily taught me one once," James says, furrowing his brow. There's an ache in his chest when he says it, but it's getting slowly easier to say her name aloud. Two weeks since he found out his wife is dead, and here he is, sitting around drinking whiskey and talking about muggle card games. Still, it's Christmas, so James forces a brave face and steals the bottle off Sirius to pour himself a drink. "I don't remember any of the rules, but I do remember it involved a lot of drinking." He pauses and takes a sip, thinking. "Well, me drinking. Come to think of it I think she rigged it."
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Date: 2016-12-21 02:00 pm (UTC)Sirius has made friends since being here, that much would stand to reason, but there is a niggling in his brain that says he's missing something. All night Sirius and Kieren have been drifting closer together and then springing apart, and James would find it comical if he weren't so bloody bewildered.
"Lily taught me one once," James says, furrowing his brow. There's an ache in his chest when he says it, but it's getting slowly easier to say her name aloud. Two weeks since he found out his wife is dead, and here he is, sitting around drinking whiskey and talking about muggle card games. Still, it's Christmas, so James forces a brave face and steals the bottle off Sirius to pour himself a drink. "I don't remember any of the rules, but I do remember it involved a lot of drinking." He pauses and takes a sip, thinking. "Well, me drinking. Come to think of it I think she rigged it."