As soon as he woke up, James Potter knew that it was not going to be a good
day. As his sleepy eyes drifted toward the window beside his bed, he
groaned and pulled the comforter back over his head. It was raining – rain,
today of all days. And not just a gentle, misty rain – no this was a
pelting monsoon, the type where you can't see your hand in front of your
face and inevitably drop the present you just bought your girlfriend down a
bloody street drain.
James had experienced that one first hand.
He slowly disentangled himself from the mess of sheets and blankets and shoved his glasses on his face, sending occasional glares of complete loathing at the window.
"Rain!" he muttered to no one in particular. "I couldn't get just one sunny day – nooooo, that would just be too difficult for you, now wouldn't it?" The only response from the offending outdoors was a resounding boom of thunder.
James stumbled out of his bedroom and into the small kitchen, miraculously clean and lacking the pile of dishes that usually adorned the sink, rivaling the height of Big Ben. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and, upon looking up, he couldn't help a small smile from creeping on to his previously glum face. His girlfriend stood in front of the stove, making eggs the muggle way and humming softly to herself as she handled the pan with an air of slight confusion. She was no good at cooking, the muggle way at least, but always insisted on trying anyway, only resorting to magic with a sigh when she finally realized that her newest concoction was completely inedible. Many would find this extremely obnoxious, but not James. James thought it was completely endearing.
James stood in the doorway, a silly smile on his face, as he watched her. They had been dating for two years (well, one year, 364 days, and 9 hours, he reminded himself) but he had never gotten over the awe of just watching her. He didn't think he ever could. James's eyes traveled over her familiar face and fiery red hair, pulled haphazardly into a ponytail and providing the only sunshine on the gloomy day. Suddenly, she looked up, a smile relaxing easily into her features as her deep green eyes fixed on his hazel ones.
James had to remind himself to breathe.
James had experienced that one first hand.
He slowly disentangled himself from the mess of sheets and blankets and shoved his glasses on his face, sending occasional glares of complete loathing at the window.
"Rain!" he muttered to no one in particular. "I couldn't get just one sunny day – nooooo, that would just be too difficult for you, now wouldn't it?" The only response from the offending outdoors was a resounding boom of thunder.
James stumbled out of his bedroom and into the small kitchen, miraculously clean and lacking the pile of dishes that usually adorned the sink, rivaling the height of Big Ben. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and, upon looking up, he couldn't help a small smile from creeping on to his previously glum face. His girlfriend stood in front of the stove, making eggs the muggle way and humming softly to herself as she handled the pan with an air of slight confusion. She was no good at cooking, the muggle way at least, but always insisted on trying anyway, only resorting to magic with a sigh when she finally realized that her newest concoction was completely inedible. Many would find this extremely obnoxious, but not James. James thought it was completely endearing.
James stood in the doorway, a silly smile on his face, as he watched her. They had been dating for two years (well, one year, 364 days, and 9 hours, he reminded himself) but he had never gotten over the awe of just watching her. He didn't think he ever could. James's eyes traveled over her familiar face and fiery red hair, pulled haphazardly into a ponytail and providing the only sunshine on the gloomy day. Suddenly, she looked up, a smile relaxing easily into her features as her deep green eyes fixed on his hazel ones.
James had to remind himself to breathe.