The Pen.
Words:
419
Couple:
James Potter and Lily Evans
Book:
Harry Potter
Disclaimer:
All characters you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling.
AU.

31st of March (Sixth Year)

Nudging his bedroom door open, James Potter drops his book bag on the floor and shrugs his jacket off as he moves to the bed in the centre of the room. With a sigh the quidditch captain falls backwards onto the bed and closes his eyes.

"James hunny, when did you get home?" his mother smiles, leaning against the doorway and taking in the image of her son.
"Just then, I swear Sirius is trying to kill me."
Euphemia Potter laughs, "With love, I'm sure. Would it make you feel better if I told you that a letter came for you while you were gone?"

He sits up, opening his eyes and smiling at her as Euphemia moved forward into the room and sat beside him.

"But I suppose you don't really care to hear from Lily Evans," Mrs. Potter muses, holding the letter in front of him.
Rolling his eyes, James takes the letter and runs his finger under the sealed edge of the envelope, "Mother you know you're my number one girl," he tells her jokingly, his eyes roaming over the parchment and separating pages as he thumbed through the contents.

Rolling her eyes, the older witch stands and moves gracefully towards the desk in the corner of the room, just by the door. Running her hands over the top of the chair, Euphemia reaches for the small cylindrical object that she'd seen her son writing with over the last few months.

"If I'm you favourite girl James, I do have a request."
"Yeah Mum, what's up."
Turning to her son and holding the object up for him to see, Euphemia smirks, "Please don't dismantle anymore of these in the library, there was ink all of the desk and Theresa was not happy with you."

Her son's face drains of colour, and she was certain he was thinking of the small house elf that had become almost a second mother to him throughout his childhood.

"I'll apologise to her later."
"Good, because aside from that she has missed you since New Years."

A small smile pulls at James Potter's lips as she turns and places the object back on the desk, leaving the bedroom and softly closing the door behind her. With a shake of her head, Euphemia Potter wonders if the boy would ever stop getting on the poor elves' nerves.

"Most unlikely," she mutters to herself as she hears a crash from the kitchen that tells her of Sirius Black returning home, "Not at all."

So through the world of Pottermore many of my headcanons have been ruined. Most importantly James parents. Ugh. However I am still in denial about the one tiny thing about their employment status, because I do not believe that Fleamont Potter just let his amazing duelling skills go to waste by just going and inventing Sleakeazy then not go and be an auror. Denial I tell you.

Of course, God knows if Fleamont was any good at duelling, but lets just pretend.

Anyway, happy Sunday my loves, and hope that your hangovers were not as bad as mine.

Thank you!

All mistakes are mine.

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