Nodding at his sister talk about her new post in life, James feigned a slight smile. He was happy for her at the end of it all but ultimately, his eyes would suggest otherwise. He was hurt – still – after she had left to pursue her future. He didn’t blame her but he had wished she’d at least taken him with her.
“It’s like that at home,” James mused, “the twins aren’t much pleasant.” Not that they’d ever been particularly pleasant but it was abundantly clear – at least to the Gryffindor – that having Rebecca out of the picture meant they had to divert their attentions elsewhere. Recently, it had been in James’ direction.
“But that doesn’t matter. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you learning much?”
“It’s like that at home,” James mused, “the twins aren’t much pleasant.” Not that they’d ever been particularly pleasant but it was abundantly clear – at least to the Gryffindor – that having Rebecca out of the picture meant they had to divert their attentions elsewhere. Recently, it had been in James’ direction.
“But that doesn’t matter. Are you enjoying yourself? Are you learning much?”