James knew he should be excited. He knew he ought to have been giddy with seeing his sister and learning all-about her new job. He knew this and yet he couldn't help but feel nervous.

His stomach was aflutter with flies and he felt a sense of dread that he couldn't quite place his finger on. It was as if something bad was going to happen when logic told him that definitely wasn't the case. Perhaps it was due to how long it had been since James had last seen his sister or fear that she would abandon him again and not meet him.

He wasn't sure but he didn't like the feeling one bit.

James put on the best clothes he had and used the floo to get to Diagon Alley. He patted himself down and walked up the street when he saw, as true as the letter he'd received this very morning, his sister standing outside Ollivander's in a beautiful purple outfit.

He stood still momentarily and any sense of dread or anxiety washed away in a wave of pure joy: Rebecca Grey was here! He could see his sister again!

James hastily power-walked toward her before breaking into a small sprint. He almost pushed her over when he wrapped his arms around her and gave her perhaps one of the longest cuddles he'd given anyone.

He knew it wasn't proper to be acting like this and he should be acting a gentleman but he didn't care.

"I've missed you, Becky." James said as he pulled away from the cuddle with a soft smile, "You must tell me how it is being a potioneer."