RP: You don't know how it feels to be misunderstood
Date: February 10, 2003
Characters: James Potter & Minerva McGonagall
Location: Albion Lake
Status: Private
Summary: Once more, James finds himself in need of time alone to think. Only he ends up not quite so alone.
Complete: Incomplete
More than a week since the twelve had been taken, and still no one had been returned. The riddle proved to be difficult to solve even for the brightest of their minds such as Dumbledore. Faced with that, what good could James expect to be? He'd always thought of himself as the muscle, not the brains. He wasn't stupid, but he didn't spend an over abundance of time thinking, either. He'd much rather go barging into the mansion, wands blazing, and wrest the twelve free by force. It would be much faster than this riddle shit, anyway.
There were several reasons, though, that he hadn't brought this plan up to anyone. Not the least of which was the fact that even he wasn't entirely certain it would work. The situation wasn't like anything else he'd ever been in, and their host wasn't like Voldemort. With Voldemort, there'd been the knowledge that he had once been human, and probably still operated with fundamental human desires, even if the basest of them. The host and ruler of Annwn had probably never been human, and operated on desires and laws much different than human ones. James still thought the riddle was more some kind of cruel joke than anything else.
Another reason was, of course, the promise he had made to Lily that he would never do anything like that again, something half-cocked and really, really stupid. Of course, his promise didn't seem to mean anything to her, for she still acted as though she didn't trust him. Even now that he'd earned his way back into the bed instead of on the couch, she always looked at him wtih suspicion. She always seemed to think him plotting something, ready to run off and do something that signalled him only having half a brain.
Then, when she had him thoroughly squashed and smashed verbally, he'd see her frowning, looking sad, and know she was thinking about Snivellus. And she wondered why he was so jealous. The woman trusted Snivellus more than she did her husband, had chosen to spend her birthday with Snivellus, and no matter what she said about having chosen to marry James, he couldn't help but wonder if now, now that their marriage was rocky, if she wouldn't go running to Snivellus the moment he returned. Just one more reason to wish only eleven people came back from their current location.
As James sat on the very edge of the lake, brooding on these topics, he didn't notice much of anything around him, not even the approch of people.
Characters: James Potter & Minerva McGonagall
Location: Albion Lake
Status: Private
Summary: Once more, James finds himself in need of time alone to think. Only he ends up not quite so alone.
Complete: Incomplete
More than a week since the twelve had been taken, and still no one had been returned. The riddle proved to be difficult to solve even for the brightest of their minds such as Dumbledore. Faced with that, what good could James expect to be? He'd always thought of himself as the muscle, not the brains. He wasn't stupid, but he didn't spend an over abundance of time thinking, either. He'd much rather go barging into the mansion, wands blazing, and wrest the twelve free by force. It would be much faster than this riddle shit, anyway.
There were several reasons, though, that he hadn't brought this plan up to anyone. Not the least of which was the fact that even he wasn't entirely certain it would work. The situation wasn't like anything else he'd ever been in, and their host wasn't like Voldemort. With Voldemort, there'd been the knowledge that he had once been human, and probably still operated with fundamental human desires, even if the basest of them. The host and ruler of Annwn had probably never been human, and operated on desires and laws much different than human ones. James still thought the riddle was more some kind of cruel joke than anything else.
Another reason was, of course, the promise he had made to Lily that he would never do anything like that again, something half-cocked and really, really stupid. Of course, his promise didn't seem to mean anything to her, for she still acted as though she didn't trust him. Even now that he'd earned his way back into the bed instead of on the couch, she always looked at him wtih suspicion. She always seemed to think him plotting something, ready to run off and do something that signalled him only having half a brain.
Then, when she had him thoroughly squashed and smashed verbally, he'd see her frowning, looking sad, and know she was thinking about Snivellus. And she wondered why he was so jealous. The woman trusted Snivellus more than she did her husband, had chosen to spend her birthday with Snivellus, and no matter what she said about having chosen to marry James, he couldn't help but wonder if now, now that their marriage was rocky, if she wouldn't go running to Snivellus the moment he returned. Just one more reason to wish only eleven people came back from their current location.
As James sat on the very edge of the lake, brooding on these topics, he didn't notice much of anything around him, not even the approch of people.