Merlin's beard, I have missed you!
[ James Potter is talking to his legs, of course. Being stuck as a stag for a good two weeks was fun for a little while, but every time he wanted to eat or drink or simply talk to people he was unable to. ]
[ He is admiring his legs for quite a while. His love for them could rival that of his hair. Then he realises his journal is open. ]
Oh, you know, you lot aren't very nice to stags. What'd they ever do to you? Don't think they bit you in the arse and called it a day.
Tried to say hi to a few of you in the garden, but, dunno if you saw me or if you've got something against the antlers.
[ If you do, he's very offended. He's the nicest stag he knows. ]
[ James is in his room, having turned back into himself a few minutes prior in the garden, and walked back to his humble abode on his two legs rather than four. ]
[ And now he's on his way to the kitchen. He's starving. ]
Could really do with a tankard of Butterbeer right now.
( ooc: James returning from
hiatus. Open for talking through the journal or bumping into him on his way to the kitchen or at the kitchen! )