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James is outside this evening, taking a Firebolt (which he's requested from the Bar) out for a spin.
Ever since he got to try it out the first time, with his future son no less, he's been hoping for another chance to fly with it again.
Today seemed like a good time as any. (And it's still brilliant.)
Plus, it helps to distract him from greasy, slimy gits back home.
Moments pass before he feels like landing.
And then he's sitting by a great leafy tree, marveling at how similar this place looks to the Hogwarts grounds, the Firebolt resting beside him.
Ever since he got to try it out the first time, with his future son no less, he's been hoping for another chance to fly with it again.
Today seemed like a good time as any. (And it's still brilliant.)
Plus, it helps to distract him from greasy, slimy gits back home.
Moments pass before he feels like landing.
And then he's sitting by a great leafy tree, marveling at how similar this place looks to the Hogwarts grounds, the Firebolt resting beside him.