Over My Head, 1/1

[jedimastercait]

The sound of rapid, incessant knocking echoed throughout the small, dimly-lit hallway.  Standing outside the door that opened into Sirius’s flat, James Potter ran a frustrated hand through his ever-messy hair.

“Padfoot,” he tried, “c’mon, mate; let me in.”

But there was no reply from the wizard inside, and had been no contact from him for nearly

Comments

[sirprongs]

Beautifully written. I love it.

[jedimastercait]

Thank you!

[tonks07]

Such a sad fic. But a lovely insight into the two of thier minds.

I love this bit especially: and it is one of the reasons they get along so well; they can have a serious conversation without saying anything of real value I know people who do just this and I love that Sirius and James know each other so well they can do this.

[jedimastercait]

Thanks dear!