Emma & James
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He needed air. Air and nicotine. Ever since James had returned from St. Mungos, he had been feeling extremely claustrophobic. Despite how large the castle was, he constantly felt as if he were stuffed in a broom closet. James hopped of off his bed, grabbing the packet of cigarettes from his bed side table as he walked out the door. James tried to avoid everyone’s eyes as he walked through the common room. That was, of course, easier said than done. People seemed even more interested in him than usual. He was sick of the pity glances, the false sympathy.. And things were only going to get worse when his dad actually did pass.
James took the stairs two at a time, the feeling of claustrophobia growing. He was certain the the castle was shrinking. Slowly but surely, the walls were moving in. The paintings were definitely much closer than they had been at the top of the stair case. James tried to keep his breathing in check, but it was getting much more difficult to do so. He was starting to panic. James pushed past people in the Great Hall, not caring how rude he seemed. He needed to get outside. James heard some first years mutter in protest, but he didn’t even bother to turn around. The castle was too small.
He took a deep breath once he was finally outside, sitting down on the castle steps. James pulled out a smoke and lit it with his wand. He took a deep drag, trying to slow his racing heart.
Emma was roaming the grounds, she was fed up of everything. Fed up with Bella who was being such a cow about Rod, fed up of listening to Kate talk about Chris and fed up of having no one she really could talk too. That’s when she spotted James. She hadn’t spoken to him for a while. More than a while actually, she hadn’t spoken to him since the end of first year. They used to be really close. There was a group of them which consisted of Sirius, James, Bella, Cissy, Reg, Miranda and Evan. They had been best friends since they had been born, brought up in the pure blood world together. All the families had been relatively close and they would all sit together in a group, playing and laughing at the pure blood events.
It had all changed when they’d got to Hogwarts. They were split by the houses, James going where he knew he was going, Sirius unexpectedly following him and the rest of them being lumped in with the Slytherins as they had done for centuries. At the end of the year, Bella had said something horrible about Lily Evans and James and Sirius lashed out, the group being split. Emma noticed how upset he looked as he sat taking a drag from a cigarette on the entrance steps. She was sure she could almost see tears forming in his eyes. She walked over quietly and sat down beside him. She didn’t say anything, she was too nervous. She didn’t want him to get angry that she’d come to see him. She thought it would be best if he decided whether he would open up to her or not.
James took a long drag on his cigarette, allowing the smoke to calm him down. He stared out over the grounds, glad they were so big. There was space out here. Air. James watched the smoke float out in front of him, slowly dissipating. He rocked back in forth slightly, unable to stay entirely still for too long. Merlin, he was messed up. James had never felt so lost in his life. So helpless. So useless. There wasn’t anything he could do, and it killed him to see that pain in his mother’s eyes and know there wasn’t any way for him to help. His dad was dying.
He bit his lip and tilted his head back slightly, trying to stop the tears that were slowly forming. Out of the corner of his eye, he say some one sit down. Emma. They hadn’t spoken in ages. Since first year, really. Back before Hogwarts, they had been close. Before sorting. James took a deep breath and nodded slightly, acknowledging her presence. He took another long drag, willing the tears not to come. “Alright, Vanity?” His voice was slightly raspy.
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