[Author's Note: I want to thank my (currently) one reviewer of the last
chapter.
LADY OF MASBOLLE: You're totally awesome. And *gasp* thou knowest not of
S'mores?! They are the total deliciousness that is a melted marshmallow
placed upon a chocolate bar (which then proceeds to melt) and squished
between two gram crackers. Much yumminess. But anyway... back to the story...
thing]
Chapter Nine
James sat in the common room, not moving, staring at the nearly dead fire. He had been sitting in that same spot, unmoving for the past five hours. Sirius had come downstairs and tried to convince James to at least go up to the Sanctuary, but he hadn't budged.
James couldn't believe that he had been so stupid. He should have told Lily from the beginning. Maybe if he had just told her right away she would have forgiven him. But having her find out from his fucking fiancé didn't help. Especially considering that Lily and Amy didn't get along particularly well. Mostly because of him.
He sighed and sunk deeper into the sofa upon which he sat. How could he have been so stupid. It was beyond idiocy to think that he could have kept something so huge from Lily.
Sirius came walking down the stairs, making as much noise as he possibly could. James turned his head ever so slightly to see if there was a particular reason that he was making so much noise. There wasn't.
"Hey, mate" said Sirius cheerfully as he sat down heavily next to James.
"What do you want?" asked James despairingly.
"We're going down to supper. You going to come?" asked Sirius. James wasn't sure he could go anywhere, ever. He shook his head 'no.'
"Well," said Sirius. "Do you want me to bring something back for you?" James shook his head again.
"Alright," said Sirius, now considerably less cheerful. "We'll see you later."
Sirius left, followed by Remus, Peter, and Ebony who all expressed their hopes that he would feel better. James watched as the common room emptied as people left for supper in the Great Hall.
And that's when the letter came. A tapping sound echoed through the now empty common room, causing James to look around. Then he spotted the source of the noise. Perched on the window sill was a huge eagle owl. He wrapped his beak on the window, alerting James to his presence.
James stood up (which took a lot of effort considering he hadn't moved his muscles in several hours), made his way over to the window and opened it. The owl flew in, dropped a letter on the floor in front of James, and flew right out the window again.
James bent over to pick up the letter and read the front. It was simply addressed 'James' and had not return address. James warily opened the letter.
'James' it started. 'I have received word from a certain Edgar LaRue, who received word from his daughter that you have taken up with some whore. I will not tolerate this, James. If you need to satisfy certain needs then please do so with the utmost desertion. The fact that you carried on with some Irish slut before the very eyes of your fiancé astounds me. You know that Amy will not tolerate you having affairs, nor should she have to. If I receive word from Amy or her father that you are continuing to pursue a relationship with this Irish mudblood then I shall be forced to eliminate her.
'You're father, Marshal Potter'
Dear ol' dad, thought James. Never very subtle, was he? So Amy really had owled her father. And her father had owled James'. How fun.
Well, thought James. It wouldn't be difficult to carry out his father's wishes. Lily didn't want anything to do with him, ever. He supposed it was all for the best.
Chapter Nine
James sat in the common room, not moving, staring at the nearly dead fire. He had been sitting in that same spot, unmoving for the past five hours. Sirius had come downstairs and tried to convince James to at least go up to the Sanctuary, but he hadn't budged.
James couldn't believe that he had been so stupid. He should have told Lily from the beginning. Maybe if he had just told her right away she would have forgiven him. But having her find out from his fucking fiancé didn't help. Especially considering that Lily and Amy didn't get along particularly well. Mostly because of him.
He sighed and sunk deeper into the sofa upon which he sat. How could he have been so stupid. It was beyond idiocy to think that he could have kept something so huge from Lily.
Sirius came walking down the stairs, making as much noise as he possibly could. James turned his head ever so slightly to see if there was a particular reason that he was making so much noise. There wasn't.
"Hey, mate" said Sirius cheerfully as he sat down heavily next to James.
"What do you want?" asked James despairingly.
"We're going down to supper. You going to come?" asked Sirius. James wasn't sure he could go anywhere, ever. He shook his head 'no.'
"Well," said Sirius. "Do you want me to bring something back for you?" James shook his head again.
"Alright," said Sirius, now considerably less cheerful. "We'll see you later."
Sirius left, followed by Remus, Peter, and Ebony who all expressed their hopes that he would feel better. James watched as the common room emptied as people left for supper in the Great Hall.
And that's when the letter came. A tapping sound echoed through the now empty common room, causing James to look around. Then he spotted the source of the noise. Perched on the window sill was a huge eagle owl. He wrapped his beak on the window, alerting James to his presence.
James stood up (which took a lot of effort considering he hadn't moved his muscles in several hours), made his way over to the window and opened it. The owl flew in, dropped a letter on the floor in front of James, and flew right out the window again.
James bent over to pick up the letter and read the front. It was simply addressed 'James' and had not return address. James warily opened the letter.
'James' it started. 'I have received word from a certain Edgar LaRue, who received word from his daughter that you have taken up with some whore. I will not tolerate this, James. If you need to satisfy certain needs then please do so with the utmost desertion. The fact that you carried on with some Irish slut before the very eyes of your fiancé astounds me. You know that Amy will not tolerate you having affairs, nor should she have to. If I receive word from Amy or her father that you are continuing to pursue a relationship with this Irish mudblood then I shall be forced to eliminate her.
'You're father, Marshal Potter'
Dear ol' dad, thought James. Never very subtle, was he? So Amy really had owled her father. And her father had owled James'. How fun.
Well, thought James. It wouldn't be difficult to carry out his father's wishes. Lily didn't want anything to do with him, ever. He supposed it was all for the best.