Fic: Back Up, Back Down (James Et Al)
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lightofdayeTitle: Back Up, Back Down
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius & rest of next gen.
Word Count: 583
Content: threat of violence, summer heat, wizard bars,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Summer heat makes everyone cranky, James has to deal with the consequences.
A/n:An idea I've had for a scene I've had for a while. Half-wrote it for WeasleyJumpers starting in the middle but was only just inspired on how to start/finish it.
It was with some relief that James Sirius Potter entered the pub. It was a sweltering hot day but environmental spells kept the inside of the building at entirely comfortable temperature, which why it was packed to the rafters with people.
James, whose mind was mostly on whether or not he had enough gold in his pocket to spot his round, wended his way across to the room, threading his way through the crowd with agility born of long years of sports practice. Not everyone was so lucky.
“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” Cried a towering man with barely a bristle of hair, at an unfortunate person who was less that half their size in every dimension who stuttered an apology.
“Sorry isn’t good enough, squirt,” He growled. “You spilt my drink,” There were a few stray droplets of beer on the table, James saw.
He looked around for a staff member but seeing no-one said lightly.
“Mate, it was an accident,” James said with what he thought was a winning smile. “let it go.”
“Who asked you, ginger?” The man switched targets to James.
“No one to be sure but this is isn’t worth the effort,” James said with a smile and disarming sweep of the arms, “Now let me buy you a drink.”
The man was not in the mood to be placated. James was just aware of a need to dodge when there was an impact on his jaw and he found himself sitting on the floor.
There was a susurration and rustling as half the bar came to their feet. The interloper looked around the bar in surprise and saw a great many people standing up, there was an improbable number of redheaded witches, some tall and slender, some stockier and curvaceous and all wearing annoyed expressions and pulling out wands. There was a black man as tall as he was wide, a strawberry blond tubular young man who look related to two of the witches and a man with jet black hair and green eyes who’d levelled his wand at him already.
“That’s our cousin you’re knocking about,” said a strawberry blonde witch with a pixie cut who looked angrier than any of them. “Some of us are quite fond of him.”
“And the rest of us prefer knocking him about ourselves,” said the jet haired young man, though his voice did not contain the same amount of humour as his words.
“Oh, thanks, Al,” James said through a bruised jaw. “Mate, that’s why it’s not worth the effort. Meet my family.”
“Your family? All of them?”
“Sure, brother, sister, lots of cousins,” James said. “So what you going to?”
The man’s eyes did another sweep of the room and saw the sheer number of wands pointed at him and the number of staff converging on the altercation and then scowled and slunk away.
“Not worth it, pipsqueak,” he said a passing shot, shouldering his way through the crowd.
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” James said perplexed.
Al and Dominique helped him to his feet. He looked around, the person who’d collided with the would-be brawler had vanished into thin air, perhaps literally. That was gratitude for you.
“Thanks, all,” James said to his family. “I owe you guys a drink.”
There was general indication that they were all going to take him up on that offer and James sighed. James loved his family, they had his back, but, boy, was this going to be an expensive round.
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: James Sirius & rest of next gen.
Word Count: 583
Content: threat of violence, summer heat, wizard bars,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary:Summer heat makes everyone cranky, James has to deal with the consequences.
A/n:An idea I've had for a scene I've had for a while. Half-wrote it for WeasleyJumpers starting in the middle but was only just inspired on how to start/finish it.
It was with some relief that James Sirius Potter entered the pub. It was a sweltering hot day but environmental spells kept the inside of the building at entirely comfortable temperature, which why it was packed to the rafters with people.
James, whose mind was mostly on whether or not he had enough gold in his pocket to spot his round, wended his way across to the room, threading his way through the crowd with agility born of long years of sports practice. Not everyone was so lucky.
“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” Cried a towering man with barely a bristle of hair, at an unfortunate person who was less that half their size in every dimension who stuttered an apology.
“Sorry isn’t good enough, squirt,” He growled. “You spilt my drink,” There were a few stray droplets of beer on the table, James saw.
He looked around for a staff member but seeing no-one said lightly.
“Mate, it was an accident,” James said with what he thought was a winning smile. “let it go.”
“Who asked you, ginger?” The man switched targets to James.
“No one to be sure but this is isn’t worth the effort,” James said with a smile and disarming sweep of the arms, “Now let me buy you a drink.”
The man was not in the mood to be placated. James was just aware of a need to dodge when there was an impact on his jaw and he found himself sitting on the floor.
There was a susurration and rustling as half the bar came to their feet. The interloper looked around the bar in surprise and saw a great many people standing up, there was an improbable number of redheaded witches, some tall and slender, some stockier and curvaceous and all wearing annoyed expressions and pulling out wands. There was a black man as tall as he was wide, a strawberry blond tubular young man who look related to two of the witches and a man with jet black hair and green eyes who’d levelled his wand at him already.
“That’s our cousin you’re knocking about,” said a strawberry blonde witch with a pixie cut who looked angrier than any of them. “Some of us are quite fond of him.”
“And the rest of us prefer knocking him about ourselves,” said the jet haired young man, though his voice did not contain the same amount of humour as his words.
“Oh, thanks, Al,” James said through a bruised jaw. “Mate, that’s why it’s not worth the effort. Meet my family.”
“Your family? All of them?”
“Sure, brother, sister, lots of cousins,” James said. “So what you going to?”
The man’s eyes did another sweep of the room and saw the sheer number of wands pointed at him and the number of staff converging on the altercation and then scowled and slunk away.
“Not worth it, pipsqueak,” he said a passing shot, shouldering his way through the crowd.
“That’s what I’ve been saying!” James said perplexed.
Al and Dominique helped him to his feet. He looked around, the person who’d collided with the would-be brawler had vanished into thin air, perhaps literally. That was gratitude for you.
“Thanks, all,” James said to his family. “I owe you guys a drink.”
There was general indication that they were all going to take him up on that offer and James sighed. James loved his family, they had his back, but, boy, was this going to be an expensive round.
