Comments | annwn_anon: RP: You don't know how it feels to be misunderstood

anon_james in annwn_anon

RP: You don't know how it feels to be misunderstood

Feb 10, 2008 15:35

Date: February 10, 2003
Characters: James Potter & Minerva McGonagall
Location: Albion Lake
Status: Private
Summary: Once more, James finds himself in need of time alone to think. Only he ends up not quite so alone.
Complete: Incomplete

( To reach for the sky, I thought you never would )

february 2003, minerva mcgonagall, james potter, place: albion lake

Comments 8

anon_minerva February 10 2008, 22:10:50 UTC

Minerva was beginning to get a picture of this strange little city, and the more she understood about it the less she liked the entire thing. A group of citizens held hostage by a powerful leader, a man perhaps more than human, a man feared even by Albus Dumbledore ( ... )

anon_james February 11 2008, 01:46:00 UTC

He stared out over the lake, his expression dark and brooding, not at all like the James Potter most people from his first life would know. Sirius had seen this face, and Remus on occasion. Peter had only been privy to it once or twice there towards the end. This was the face that signaled deep thought on his part, and not about sweetness and light, either. Not about how much he loved his wife, though the though was tangled up in the darker ones that cluttered his head.

These thoughts made it easy for him to miss her approach, but he didn't miss her voice when she spoke. With a slight jump of surprise, he turned to face the voice he knew only too well from school. She hadn't yet been the deputy headmistress or even the head of Gryffindor House in his day, but she'd been just as unwavering and stern as the classes after his had known.

Seeing Professor McGonagall standing there, smiling at him, made James look back around to make sure it wasn't someone else she was smiling at, even though she'd said his name. Nope, no one else was ( ... )

anon_minerva February 11 2008, 09:03:43 UTC

Minerva in her years as teacher might have scowled at that, crossed her arms and glowered him into detention.

This Minerva simply nodded. "That seems to be the general consensus these days, yes. Old and useless." She studied him, amazed all over again at the sight of one who was long dead, standing there watching her. "I think it's the world that got old, Mr. Potter."

James seemed perhaps a bit older than she remembered himself, but then Minerva thought about him in his school years more than the brief time he had afterwards. She always thought of James and Sirius, even Remus, as the three schoolfriends, brilliant and irreverent.

She studied him, and noticed this James seemed different in more than that one way. "You were never one given to introspection, James. What's got you out here alone?" Her brow furrowed. "You've not got family missing? Lily, or..." She hesitated. Was Harry there? Had they met?

anon_james February 11 2008, 13:53:19 UTC

Giving a little grin--part sheepish, part amused, the little grin he used to give when they'd been caught at something--James laughed and shrugged. "Sorry, Professor. Though, I didn't say useless. Just old." A pause, thoughtful, and then. "It must be nice to be old." He'd never gotten the chance to get old. Growing old with Lily would be nice, but at the moment he didn't think he'd get the chance, and he turned away, his grin having turned into a slight scowl.

"Not missing," he said, and before he could stop himself, continued, "but might as well be." For all that Lily let him in while she worried over her best friend, he might as well not even be there. Not to mention, she still seemed to think the birthday debacle was still all his fault. Then there was Harry. Harry who wouldn't look at him, who had no interest in talking to him, getting to know him, though he supposed he did deserve a little bit of that. He really would like the chance to try to explain himself again, though. That first time, he'd really botched it ( ... )

Thread 8