Title: Fighting
Word Count: 293
Summary: "This." James elaborated the one word response with an arm thrown in the direction of the mass pile of papers. "The constant fighting. Constant worry."
Notes: Based off of a photo. The link to the photo can be found in my profile. I don't own HP or any aspects of it. Maybe one day. ;)
James shuffled into the parlor with forced steps, surveying his surroundings. It was proven slightly difficult though- The entire room was black, apart from the corner where his best friend sat, diligently working. James stretched a bit, then glanced down at his watch, and noticed that the hands pointed to just past one in the morning.
He should be sitting at home with his beautiful wife, and their bouncing baby boy.
Lily would just fuss, James assumed. She would most likely make a big deal about his homecoming, and then make an even bigger fuss to see if he had an injuries. Then on top of all that she would make the biggest fuss about him getting rest when all he wanted was to kiss her, and hold their son.
"Welcome back mate," Sirius said softly, keeping his eyes on the maps and notes in front of him.
James mumbled a guttural sound before plopping down on an arm chair close to the other mans workspace.
"How was it?" He inquired as he drew a long, bold line with one hand while pushing back thick black strands of hair from his brow.
"Like every other mission."
Running a hand threw his hair, James rested his head on the back of the chair and let out a sigh. "I'm so tired of the fighting."
"Lily?" Sirius presumed, keeping his eyes focused on the words before him.
"This." James elaborated the one word response with an arm thrown in the direction of the mass pile of papers. "The constant fighting. Constant worry."
Sirius set his pen down slowly, and looked over at James briefly, void of emotion.
"Me too." Sirius mumbled, resuming his work as he spoke.