WHO: James Potter, Sirius Black and later, Remoose Lupine.
WHAT: Some Sirius-retrieving, some sleepover-ing
WHERE: Beach, then to Crabclaw Inn
WHEN: Day 46, dusk.
James was very enthused. He was more enthused that he thought he could ever be about seeing his wanker of a best friend. The sun, it was shining! The ocean! Oh yes, the ocean was sparkling! And the city was at war. BUT THAT WAS EASILY OVERLOOKED.
James had waited oh so very long and tolerated oh so many empty nights alone for the rest of the Marauders and they were finally here. Except Peter. But that was also easily overlooked. His inner Moony was screaming at him. James, Peter is not easily overlooked, he is very important, eat your vegetables, I have lady-parts...
The Remus in his head was a right sight more talkative than the actual Moony who was currently pacing the inn room and had absolutely no idea that Sirius was here. It was going to be fucking brilliant.
Walking across the cobblestone street, he caught sight of a very familiar head of black hair and the familiar body attached to it. "PAAAAAAADFOOOT!"