[stands a little far from the door, he didn’t want to knock, he wasn’t ready to face what was behind that door, what he had come? some part of him tells him it was for Marlene, but when Lily knocked he wasn’t ready, not to go to that home and realize that his second father wasn’t around anymore. James hears Marlene’s voice and looks up, not able to smirk like usual but at least to answer her question] We weren’t leaving you alone through this. [he believes it in spite of all his doubts]
[instead of speaking, once James has finished talking, she moves quickly, hugging Marlene tightly]
[steps inside but stands against the wall off to the side with his arms folded, looking Marlene up and down to make sure she’s holding it together but not wanting to get in the way] And I’m here because I had the key to the office and because I know for a fact that there’s good food here.
[offers James a small, tight smile, the same one she’d been giving to all of the relatives and family friends who’d asked if she was okay] Thanks. [squeezes Lily back, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before glancing over at Sirius, snorting a little] There’s a whole kitchen full. People have been bringing food by all day.
[nods not talking, he just wished this weren’t the circumstances to show up at Marlene’s door. He didn’t even get a letter he just saw it on the paper, which means that his mother was at St Mungo’s being busy and his father was chasing who ever did this. Mr McKinnon couldn’t be dead could he? Some part of him hopes that he would answer the door and it all a misunderstanding, but when he reaches the house he freezes]
[resists the urge to tell Sirius to shut up. choosing instead to shake her head silently. Seeing James stop ahead of her, she took the opportunity to brush past him, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder briefly before knocking softly on the front door]
[casts a curious look at Lily resting a hand on James’s shoulder but keeps his mouth uncharacteristically shut about it, choosing instead to hang back and walk a few yards behind them, leaning against the wall beside the door when they reached it and waiting for someone to answer as Lily knocked]
[sitting with her mother in the kitchen, making perhaps the hundredth cup of tea in two days when she hears the knock on the door. several people had stopped by since she’d been home, and she’d been expecting another relative when she opened the door] …hello? What - you guys are here.
Yeah, that’s what you have to worry about. Me defecting to the drone army of prejudice and uncomfortable ties. That’s where I’d like to be, no doubt about it. [makes a face] I dunno. What if? Go ask your new pal Trelawney to pre-diiicctt how the summer’s going to go. Bet she can be of some grade-A assistance.
I wasn’t talking about you joining them, I was talking about that crazy old bat murdering you. And you know that’s actually possible. [rolls her eyes] Trelawney’s a loon, there’s no other explanation. So shut it.
What’d she predict this time?
Something about sorrow and gloom. I don’t even remember.
It wasn’t exactly an elective choice. She did not, as you can see, kill me, however. So I think you should be satisfied. [pouts] Why wouldn’t you be there? I plan to pull of a grand kidnapping scheme. You’re never allowed to leave. Just cooking naked and pillow fights and making the neighbors hate us.
Just don’t go back, yeah? Last thing I need is to drag your body from her house and have to tell your boyfriend. [rolls her eyes] honestly, you’re awful. What if Mum wants to have tea, hm? What am I going to do then? Cooking naked sounds dangerous. What if you burn something valuable?
Why did you? I mean the new reason for it.
She made some nonsense ‘prediction’ about me. Bollocks.
Not really, I might need to owl home and see if I missed anything. I didn’t miss the match did I? What is going on with you?
Nah, you didn’t miss the match. I’ve been okay. Almost killed Trelawney a few days ago, but that’s not new.
We aren’t, so you might as well drop it now and save us an embarrassing row. [rolls his eyes, not bothering with social graces] I’m going to be living on my own— doesn’t mean I know any more about it than you do! Up ‘till now I’ve had Mrs. Potter making me three meals a day. Don’t expect anything more than uncooked or burned bread and a beer…that being said, toast and tea sounds pretty damn good, doesn’t it? Cereal is basic, but I’ll settle if you’re being lazy. I’d rather bully you into bed until noon than fight over the day’s tasks.
Why did you stay with them?! Are you absolutely mental. She could’ve killed you, you know. [rolls her eyes] what are you going to do when I’m not there, then? Starve? Whine until Mrs Potter comes and cooks you dinner? Bully me into bed, eh?
Thanks Marley [starts to walk to the Hospital Wing]
[follows beside] So, uh… anything else going on?