#jamesffleamont

[mkmarlene]

where: frank's birthday party who: @jamesffleamont

“I hope we’re not too old for parties.” The witch called out as James took the seat across her, leaning forward on the table to place a kiss on her friend’s cheek. “It’s been so long since we’ve had one, should we drink, do karaoke, something else?” She asked, waving her hand so that the barmaid would come take an order for them.

[xmollyweasleyx]

where: gambol and japes wizarding joke shop. who: james potter; @jamesffleamont.

Molly would be damned of she didn’t do something fun for herself once in a while. She may have been a mom, a wife — and a housewife at that — but she was fun, quirky and one of a kind. She was multi-faceted and that’s what made her Molly Weasley. She grew up with two brothers who were always up to something and she had learned from them in her own Molly fashion. That hadn’t gone away with being a mom and a few years added to her life.

The plan was to meet James at the joke shop. She hadn’t been in quite some time and was excited. This time she wasn’t going to surprise anything for the boys, she was going for herself. She was the prankster. Normally she would have asked one, or both, of her brothers to join her but they were busy with work and their own lives and Molly didn’t want to wait. So instead she took advantage of the young boy who spent so much time with them growing up.

James may as well have been her younger brother with as much time as they spent together. They were both attached to Gideon and Fabian so it wasn’t unlikely that they became somewhat of a pair themselves. It would be nice to spend a day with him and she knew he would love a trip like this one.

When he finally showed up Molly pointed to her wrist. “Never on time, boy. Now let’s get to cracking!” She grabbed his arm and dragged him into the shop.

[edgarebones]

where: the three broomsticks who: @jamesffleamont, @ofxsorcery (Rosmerta), @gideonprewettx & open

There was no great joy, then watching the way Frank's face lit up when they walked into the pub and everyone was there to surprise him, standing at the front was his wife.

He moved around the birthday boy and went to the bar. "I'll get a beer, please." He wasn't in the mood for something hard, but still wanted to indulge.

[apollinebeausejour]

where: three broomsticks who: @jamesffleamont, @mkmarlene, & open

Returning back to London left her in a constant state of tension. Always glancing over her shoulder, wondering if they were truly done with her. What happened to her would remain her story, a truth that only a few may ever learn. Though, that tension, being around the people that were in the Three Broomsticks, the tension seemed to wane, and her shoulders dropped.

Apolline ordered a glass of wine, turning to the person at the bar. "Is birthday wizard here?" A smile on her face.

[fcrox]

Where his attention had once been on the target in front of him, sickeningly sweet smile turned into mischievous smirk, the voice of James Potter drew him away. Perhaps he was playing into the other’s hands, but perhaps this was just another chance to do what he loved doing; creating chaos that others could drown in. “Potter. Don’t you have some moral high ground to claim? Or is that no longer a thing you do?” His brows perked up; his eyes lit up with a mix of emotions that couldn’t be described as anything but a mess eagerly waiting to happen.

Mulciber had always found himself wondering how someone such as James could have thrown away so much, all in favor of charity. “Why would I ever bother wasting a perfectly good drink on you?” Questions that required no answer. Everything about James reeked of desperation, a holier-than-though attitude that Aemon simply couldn’t comprehend. Why waste such precious time on souls not even worthy of touching the ground of a world they did not belong in? “Bugger off back to your little goons.”

If there was something Mulciber couldn’t stand it was someone like Order hawks flying around him like moths around a lamp. The again, those always ended up getting burnt. - @jamesffleamont

if his years at hogwarts had taught him anything, it was to recognise when a slytherin was in viper mode. there were easy tells; the way their eyes scanned the room, how they'd fixate on somebody for a few moments, the uncharacteristic softness of their mannerisms when approaching them. although he wasn't on official order business tonight, james found it hard to keep his head down. his ears had perked up, senses on high alert, attention completely wandered from the group of acquaintances he was here with. he was ready to intervene at the first sign of anything sinister.

patience, however, was never one of his virtues.

"hey. mulciber." nothing had even happened yet. and perhaps it was too brash, too bold, because now, something definitely would. he stood up and approached the other man, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. "if you wanted to buy someone a drink, darlin', i'm right here."

[alaraselwyn]

where: little tart bakeshop

who: @jamesffleamont

Alara was in her happy place, hands covered in cake batter, and hands stained different icing colours, working on a cake for a wedding the next day. Music played in the background, the bakery closed for the night, that when she heard the door chime, her brows furrowed. She must have not locked up after the last customer.

"I'm closed." She calls out, coming out to the front, all the lights dim, except the one coming from the back. Alara stops in her tracks at the sight of James there. It was hard over the years not to run into each other considering the friend group, but she had been good at avoiding him.

"Jae, is everything alright?" Concern etched in her tone. Something had to be wrong if he was showing up at her bakery. Her hand came up to wrap around the ring around her neck.

[ludobagmcns]

for: @jamesffleamont where: the three broomsticks

"James! Perfect, just the lad I wanted to see." Ludo came up from behind the fellow Quidditch player, taking and sitting in the empty seat by him with ease. He liked James, it was always good to have a friend that understood his favorite sport and career choice, which was precisely why he needed to offer some, what was sure to be very welcome, encouragement.

"Listen, mate, I have about 30 galleons on you passing the Quaffle no more than 25 times during your next match. I know that seems like a strange ask but I am honestly starting to think I may secretly be a Seer with how good my bets have been recently so, I am sure you can handle it. And if you do, I can even be a generous and excellent friend and give you a few of my winning galleons"

[tiberiusxmclaggen]

Who: @jamesffleamont Where: Diagon Alley

Tiberius was always the type to wait last minute to run errands when he needed things for his home. Today had been no different, though the list had been longer than usual this time. Plans were moving ahead with Cressida, and he wanted to make his home welcoming and homey for her when she finally joined him. He worried about how things would be after the initial move. He knew it wouldn't be easy for her to leave her family, and he just wanted to be there to support her in whatever way he could.

Hands full of bags, he made his way towards the Leaky Cauldron, desperate for a drink, when he spotted the familiar face. "Oi, are you that famous Quidditch player? Plotter or something like that?" There was an amused grin on his lips as he drew up near James. Tib had been in his last year when James had come to Hogwarts but he'd always liked him. James had always reminded him of himself at that age. And when James had graduated they'd remained good friends. And of course Tiberius caught one of his games whenever he could. "I thought I passed a group of fawning starstruck girls back there. Flashed them a smile did you?"

[xremus-lupinx]

Remus adored the way James' face changed when Lily was mentioned. The two were destined to be together from day one whether they realized it or not. James was such a rambunctious schoolboy that he didn't always realize Lily was right in front of him and she would roll her eyes at the pranks but deep down those were reasons they connected. It had to because there they were. Living life to the fullest together. It made Remus smile knowing his best friend had found love. They were both lucky in love. Looking back at Hogwarts who would have thought they would be grown up enough to have such meaningful relationships with a partner. "Lily is a peach. She would do anything for anyone. Lucky you got her when you did."

When James pulled out a chocolate frog Remus chuckled then winced. "I'll take just about anything. Hand it over," he took it, opened it carefully to make sure the bugger wouldn't use its one jump to get away. He tore away a foot and put it in his mouth and slouched. "Now this is good." He nodded to James. He took off the other leg and repeated. The chocolate seemed to be helping take his mind off the pain. Interesting. "It hurts in my ribs mostly. I can handle the scars -- have all my life -- but broken ribs? Never gotten used to those," he admitted. "Could very well have been the scuffle. Werewolves don't exactly 'play fight' without aggression." He continued to eat to his satisfaction.

"Surprisingly this chocolate is helping. How did you know? I'll have to start carrying around some chocolate." Remus took the last bite. "Not one hundred percent or anything but I think I can get up. Just give me a second." Remus placed his hand on the ground and pushed himself up, steadying himself on the tree. His ribs still hurt but he wasn't in agony like he had been. "I don't know that I can apparate but to Lily's food and a shower? Let's just take it easy."

As it tended to do, at the mention of Lily, James' face lit up. "She'd understand," he replied solemnly. "It's a sacrifice she'd be happy to make, I'm sure." Love danced in his eyes whenever he so much as thought about anyone he cared about – bright and delicate – not just Lily, although admittedly she owned more of him than others.

Concern washed over him as Remus winced in pain, and James immediately went to steady him as some kind of comfort. "Of course." The two were different in many ways, but, after over a decade of friendship, they understood each other. Like now, James knew all too well the fact that Remus was showing any signs of pain meant it must be awful. He went to check the pocket of his jeans for a healing potion Lily had brewed him for this very occasion, but realised he must've dropped it somewhere in the forest. Instead, he pulled out the only thing that he had on him: "I've got... a chocolate frog? Here." He passed it to Remus. "It'll help get your energy up." Clearly, his solution for everything was eating. James went to sit beside him on the tree trunk. "Not really. Nothing out of the ordinary. There was this other wolf you were play-fighting with for a bit, but it looked like you were having fun. Maybe you two got a bit too into it?" He looked at Remus with a frown. "Where does it hurt?"

"We've all seen each other in worse," he grinned. It faltered a moment later when he saw how bad of a state his friend was in. Something wasn't right. "Do you think we need to go to a hospital?" he asked gently.

[alicealongbottom]

status: @jamesffleamont location: three broomsticks

"Thank you so much for coming! Did you see Frank's face when he came in? He was shocked. Surprise succeeded." Alice smiled, wrapping James in a friendly hug. The party had come together nicely and all their friends were here. It couldn't get any better.

[thorfinnrowlex]

where: the three broomsticks who: @jamesffleamont

It had been one of those days at work, not that he could talk about it, and despite everything else going on in his life, a stop at the closest pub was on his list before going home.

Thorfinn found a spot at bar, leaning back with a beer in hand, glancing around when a certain wizard approached. James Potter. Not one he knew personally, but one he had definitely heard about. If he remembered correctly, he played Quidditch as well, not that he cared too much for the sport.

"James, right?" He could entertain small talk.

[lumosfm]

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[alaraselwyn]

where: her thinking rock who: @jamesffleamont

Love was fickle. The idea of never feeling love again scared Alara Selwyn to the point that she held onto one that ended years ago. It did her no justice to dwell in memories that made her smile only to realise that another made him smile and his eyes twinkle when he laughed. No matter how shattered her heart was, it was the idea that he once loved her that kept all the pieces together.

There was a shift in the weather, winter creeping in and the witch found herself bundled up, plus a charm used to keep her warm, heading to a place that allowed her to clear her head. Thoughts about her relationship with Evan bombarded her head and words her friends spoke about him, it made her start to wander if there was more to him that had not been exposed to her.

At the tip of her wand a light shone, guiding her way to a place by the water where a large boulder rested. It was a shadowy body already sitting on top of it that caught her attention.

"That is my rock." She called out, moving closer to it.

[alaraselwyn]

where: little tart bakery around ten pm who: @jamesffleamont when: 4th of august, 2024

The reality of her situation was sinking in. It wasn't a nightmare that she could wake up from, the ring on her finger a constant reminder of the life she was about to lead. The emptiness that filled her felt suffocating and even more so that she had moved out of her flat above her bakery, leaving it for Greta, to move in with her fiancé; her parents pushing for her to live with him. They were proud that both of their daughters were promised to upstanding respectable families within the pureblood society.

She couldn't bring herself to return back to the townhome, not yet, stuck in her kitchen at the bakery, losing herself in her baking; yet even that wasn't going to work for her. Smoke filled the room, quickly moving to pull out the pumpkin pastries that were burnt. BURNT. Alara had never burnt anything in her life, and considering their meaning, she broken. Tears streamed from her eyes, the anger and hurt no longer able to contain and without much thought, she started to throw items that her fingers found around the room, the breaking of glass or clatter of pans hitting the floor not satisfying enough.

"This isn't fair." She yells out into the room, reaching for her standing shelves, using the strength she has to push them over, everything on them falling to the ground. Her chest heaves, fingers grabbing at the root of her hair, pulling hard, when she looks up to find a figure standing there through glossy eyes. She blinks back a few times, dropping her hands to wipe under her eyes to finally realise who was standing there.

"Jae," she whispers in shock, moving around the island in the middle of the kitchen, and without much thought, her arms wrap around him, burying her face into his chest. "I don't want to marry him." She mumbles.

[alaraselwyn]

moodboard aesthetic: alara selwyn & james potter ( @jamesffleamont )

[ofmagicisms]

@jamesffleamont

"If you muck me about, Dexter.."

"I won't."

"No, I mean it. If you lead me on, or let me down, or go behind my back, I will murder you. I swear to God, I will eat your heart."

ONE DAY (1.12)