James rolled his eyes up to Healer Jordan, and let out a chuckle. Yeah, that's what it was. He looked down at the table, trying to find something witty and sarcastic to respond with, but found that he was completely out of anything remotely James-worthy. Jordan would have to settle for a grunt or two, for now, while he tried to manage some sort of feelings.
"Founding member, Healer Jordan," James finally said after a few quiet moments, his fingers rapping on the glass of his beer. It had been over two years since he and Lily had come to Dumbledore with the idea of the Order, meaning that it had been two years since his and Frank's abduction to France. It had been two years? Two years. Fuck, he really hadn't thought he'd make it to two years.
James waved a hand at the seat across from him, then waving at himself, "At your service."
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