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When James Sirius Potter finds himself wandering into the bar this day, he is not the same boy he once was.
He is actually a lot bigger, and quite a bit older than he was the last time he'd seen Milliways. In his seventh year, the slightly dishevelled Hogwarts student immediately recognizes his surroundings, having been quite the frequent visitor back in his youth. But since he was 12, he hasn't seen this place.
It's ... well, it hasn't really changed, from what he can remember. Everything is familiar in the best sort of way; it is almost like returning home.
With a rather stupid looking smile of nostalgic proportions, James tosses his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook on one of the empty tables, and grabs a seat.
It's good to be back.
[ooc: here all day! tag away!]
He is actually a lot bigger, and quite a bit older than he was the last time he'd seen Milliways. In his seventh year, the slightly dishevelled Hogwarts student immediately recognizes his surroundings, having been quite the frequent visitor back in his youth. But since he was 12, he hasn't seen this place.
It's ... well, it hasn't really changed, from what he can remember. Everything is familiar in the best sort of way; it is almost like returning home.
With a rather stupid looking smile of nostalgic proportions, James tosses his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook on one of the empty tables, and grabs a seat.
It's good to be back.
[ooc: here all day! tag away!]