JAMES randall POTTER (misterprongs) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-07-27 14:39:00

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caradoc dearborn, dedalus diggle, edgar bones, emmeline vance, fabian prewett, gideon prewett, james potter, lily potter, peter pettigrew, remus lupin

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James sat in the corner of the Order house's living room, bending his shoulders in to fit against the walls. With his knees up and head pushed as far back as he could, it seemed that he was literally trying to disappear between the cracks, to become one with the stagnant, unfeeling wall. He couldn't hear the soft murmuring that was going around the house, he'd tuned himself out of that what felt like ages ago. If he dared pay attention again, it would only force him to listen to the crying and horrible mutterings of the rest of the Order. The only reason he'd left the house was to await any sort of news from the Longbottoms, who had apparently come up with a valid way to capture Travers, the fucking bastard---

"James."

His eyes lifted to stare up at Emmeline Vance, who was far too dressed up to be here.

"Why are you wearing that?" he muttered. She looked down at the green dress and sighed, pulling at the ponytail that looked like it'd been done and undone a hundred times.

"I was at Jugson's wedding when--everything."

"Oh." James looked down and across the living room to try and garner the other members' faces. He didn't want to deal with them, but felt this unnerving need to. "What?" he asked when Emmeline didn't move.

"I took a calming serum from the basement," she said quietly, "for--Anneliese, my friend? She's--Jugson, and...pregnant, and--"

"Fine."

He watched her twitch and then she turned to cross the room again, and James' gaze dropped back down to the ground. What the hell did it matter, anyway? Not like they did any sort of good any more, the Order. They'd let one of their own get taken, right out from under their noses. What was the point?

OOC: This thread is intending for...anything the Order wants to do. Rant/vent/cry/plan/plot/mentally ramble. Tag others or do a stand-alone, your choice. Getting them all together is the important thing.

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misterprongs
2008-07-28 12:46 am UTC (link)

There was something inside of James that was bashing around, flailing madly and trying to escape; a monster in his chest that needed to execute its emotion or it would surely destroy him. He wasn't normally one to keep his feeling bottled up, or force himself to hold it together and not react, but the complete sense of loss that James felt was overwhelming his need to get up and fight.

He had been watching Lily move back and forth, his eyes were just dull and bored because he knew nothing could be done. The aurors had the entire house sealed; so unless they found evidence leading back to Travers, there was literally nothing else to be done.

Marlie was dead, and that was it.

James looked down at their hands as Lily grasped his and he did squeeze it back. The last time he'd experienced a loss like this it had been his mother, someone who had been sick for a long time, who James had imagined having to deal with dying many times before it actually happened. Marlie was---she was the first girl he managed to date for over six months, she was the first one he had said he loved, she was his first love, his first--time, and she was someone who nearly knew him better than himself. So--no, he hadn't imagined her death, if anything, James had pictured himself dying before she did, Marlie was---Marlie.

"I want to kill him," he muttered lowly, surprising himself at how easily the words slipped out. James had been angry before, viciously so, but right at that moment he was positive that he could hurl the killing curse at Travers, that he would use the same dark magic that had killed Marlie against her murderer. He found nothing wrong with that, and his eyes flicked up to catch Lily's, a heated look of determination on his face.

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missusprongs
2008-07-28 02:37 am UTC (link)

"I do too," Lily muttered. Her free arm wrapped around James' shoulders and she leaned her forehead against his cheek. Lily would have liked to think that the physical closeness served as some degree of comfort for her husband, but it would have been a lie to say that she was being close only for his benefit. Lily needed to feel like she was helping someone, because even though she couldn't do a damn thing about Marlie, maybe she could get herself under the illusion that she was doing something for James---

Oh honestly, it was the stupidest thing she had ever heard. It really was just an illusion, she knew it because she knew that no one could help her cope with this. And Orpheus Travers was the cause.

It was unbelievable, that someone they had gone to school with had gone and murdered one of her best friends. Even if he had been a cruel fucker, even if so many others they had known had taken the same path that he had, it was still so---it felt like one of their own had betrayed Marlie. And, like James, Lily was completely certain that if someone asked her to go out and get vengeance, she would do it without question. And as much as it should have shamed her, she'd enjoy doing it.

"We'll get him." She wasn't sure how she managed to make herself sound so certain when she just couldn't be, but somehow she did it. For him. "Even if we don't get him today, if the Ministry doesn't lock him up; we'll get him. I'm going to make sure we give that bastard what he's got coming to him."

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