Same Sea [James]

[james sirius potter]

we need a storm

let's pray for rain now

August 8th, 2026
finn kylie nottingham

James wondered if he would have chosen the same career path had its true nature been shown to him at seventeen. Maybe he could have given it a shot as an Auror instead—follow in his father’s footsteps as his brain often told him to do. Or perhaps he would have just ended up on the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol instead. ‘Walking the beat’ as he’d overheard Finn say on more than one occasion. Less responsibility would have fallen on his shoulders, but only from his peers. Internally, a different kind of battle was always raging.

While he didn’t respond, James had to agree, and anyone who felt the heat of the fiendfyre that night would likely wholeheartedly agree. It was easy to forget what one really signed up for in their respective fields. Glory was expensive, with failures coming at a higher price. Unfortunately, James could feel the slight distance between himself and others. At least those who weren’t there. His family, close friends, even his girlfriend. But, he was hopeful it would pass with time like anything else.

”Maybe they forgot how to apparate?” James felt his stomach protest at its neglect. ”Or how to floo?” At this rate, he could walk to Hogsmeade and back before this food arrived. That is if his stomach didn’t digest him from the inside out. 'I could eat a Hippogriff." James groaned, slumping in his chair dramatically.

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”Listen dude, I could probably eat two right about now,” Finn responded to the comment about eating a Hippogriff. She would too. If such a thing was possible, she’d try any kind of food as long as it was edible, wouldn’t make her sick, and the creature wasn’t endangered or a pet or something. Hippogriffs were probably on some kind of magical creature list that forbade anyone from eating them though. But that wouldn’t stop her if it was offered to her. The best part of living in New York was the fact that she could get whatever she wanted to eat at practically any time. London wasn’t all that bad, but she definitely missed quite a bit from back home. Gorging herself whenever she went home to visit her parents was inevitable, and she already couldn’t wait until Christmas, her schedule pending.

”Aghhh…” she groaned, mostly out of frustration, but also a bit out of the hunger that was starting to gnaw away at her stomach. Her colleagues were definitely toeing the line with letting her enter her hangry stage. In general, a starving auror was bad news. A famished American auror was even worse. And she was going to let them hear it once they got back. Unless it was pizza.

One of the better parts about being in the Ministry this late was that sound traveled far. An echoing click of a door opening and closing loudly behind someone was maybe the best thing she had heard all night. ”Bet that’s them.” Finn had a feeling it was, and hopped up to head towards the hallway that led down to the offices they were currently in. Sticking her head out, she couldn’t see anyone yet, but there was still a turn that they had to make to get to where she was. ”Took you long enough!” Finn called out at them, to no response. So now they were going to mess with her when it came to food? Totally not cool.

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[james sirius potter]

we need a storm

let's pray for rain now

August 8th, 2026
finn kylie nottingham

As James slumped in his chair, his stomach growled as the self-digestion process slowly began. Molly Weasley would have had a thing or two to say about the Ministry working her grandson terrible hours without even so much as feeding him. James would add ‘favourite grandson’ even if it were only a self-proclaimed title. Molly loved her family so much that everyone felt like the favorite as long as they hadn’t launched a gnome through the kitchen window that day. In the meantime, James daydreamed about what the American pizza was like that Finn mentioned previously.

However, both highly trained law enforcement professionals were alerted at the sound of a door. Hunger forgotten, James sat up and heard echoing footsteps and, eventually, voices. Finn rushed over to inspect the noise. His heart beat quickly for a moment, his hand remaining near his wand as his mind focused in. Eventually, the footsteps grew louder as the chatter that followed it. Finally, they appeared with food. James allowed himself to relax and showed his usual welcoming grin. ”Merlin—I was ready to transfigure that inkpot into a pumpkin pasty.” James dropped back into his chair and began to make room for his food on the desk.

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