Run freedom run!

[thelionharted]

The thing about weddings is they take a lot of planning. And normally, James would be quite happy to help with all of this, since it means he's got his Lily back and things are happening as they should be. Not today. Today, Mr. Potter has decided he's had quite enough of this wedding planning madness, and left Lily to her massive piles of bridal

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[waywardnoblet]

Noblet is not going to say hello; Noblet is going to stare. He's seen a lot of Weird in this city and this doesn't rank very high on his list of Weird Things I've Seen, but... it's very random.

It's also kind of bringing up some memories of his childhood. These are memories he would rather forget.

"Careful you don't fall and break your arm. IT CAN HAPPEN."

[thelionharted]

James is very good at random! He's very good at Weird, too, but he doesn't want to attract too much attention to himself at the moment.

"Ah, I'll be fine." James grins down at him and scrambles lower in the tree, so it's easier to talk. "I've broken plenty of bones before."

[waywardnoblet]

Noblet narrows his eyes. James has officially been filed under the "reckless teenager" category in Noblet's mind. That attitude, that hair... it just screams rebellion.

"Well, aren't you experienced."

[thelionharted]

Which he is! Well, he's growing out of it. Let's just be glad this isn't James from a few years ago.

"S'pose you have to be, when you have my friends." He smirks and hops out of the tree, managing somehow to not collapse in a pile. He's done this before, apparently.

[waywardnoblet]

He is unimpressed with your shenanigans, James.

"Maybe you should find friends who pose less of a threat to your safety."

[thelionharted]

He wasn't even trying to be impressive, though. He was just hanging out in a tree.

"But then what would I do for fun?" There's a bit of a mischievous grin. He may just be enjoying baiting Noblet. What can we say? Old habits die hard.

[waywardnoblet]

"Oh, I don't know... survive?"

Forgive him, James. He is far too crotchety for his age.

He's just bitter, and the Rift multiplied that tenfold. Maybe that's his Riftpower! Bitterness!

(Except it isn't.)

[thelionharted]

"Well, that's necessary, not fun." So is fighting dark wizards and protecting his friends. But he's having fun acting right now.

"See, fun is a flying motorbike." Or Quidditch, really, but he's not going to bring that up to this Muggle. "Who're you, anyway?"

[waywardnoblet]

A flying whatnow? Noblet's brows furrow.

"Chuck Noblet. Who are you?"

[thelionharted]

"James Potter." He offers a hand and his very best charming smile. "Pleased to meet you."

[waywardnoblet]

...well, at least he's polite.

Noblet relaxes, a little, then gives James' hand a quick shake.

He might even get a tiny smile. Maybe.

[thelionharted]

See, he can be nice when he wants to be.

"So where're you from, then?"

[waywardnoblet]

"Flatpoint, New Jersey. Should I assume you're from somewhere in England?"

He has the accent! It wouldn't be the 'when you assume you make an ass out of u and me!' kind of assuming!

Mostly!

[thelionharted]

"Most recently, London," he nods and grins. "My parents live not too far from there."

[waywardnoblet]

"I've never been," he says conversationally, wondering whether or not he should go ahead and use the across the Pond phrase.

He always thought that was a stupid saying. The Atlantic Ocean is certainly no pond.

"This your first time in these great United States?"

[thelionharted]

Certainly not! It's more like an ocean. Go figure.

"Ah, yes." James runs a hand through his hair and shrugs. "It's all a bit weird, really. Holes in time and space and whatnot."