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Right, then.
This place wasn't so bad, James had decided. There was plenty of sand, sun, and BEAUTIFUL BIRDS in ITTY BITTY FASHIONS THAT BARELY COVERED BITS. While not having magic was totally barmy and DEAD INCONVENIENT, the scantily clad birds almost made up for it. Almost. That, and the fact that Lupinhead and Paddy were grey old fuckers (okay, so just Moony had grey hairs), of course.
Now, James had seen the Compound that Jill had told him about, and he had been less than impressed. Stone walls, lots of people crammed together in tight spaces...pish, posh. Been there, done that at Hogwarts.
What James REALLY needed was a place of his own. A place he could call home. A place FIT FOR THE KING OF THE FOREST. He was a Gryffindor, after all.
He'd studied the sign post at the place where the main path met the shore, taking note of the various places where people lived. Heading in the direction of the Green Arrow Estates, he stopped at the crest of the dune overlooking it and decided THIS would be his kingdom. This would be his LAY OF THE LAND. Driving the burnt tail of his broom into the sand, James shucked off his Quidditch jumper and fastened it to the top of the broom's handle. There was a slight breeze about, which gave his jumper cause to FLAP IMPORTANTLY in the wind.
After hauling what seemed like a metric tonne of bamboo out to where he had CLAIMED THIS LAND IN THE NAME OF POTTER, James sat on his arse and stared thoughtfully at the spot that would soon house his very important arse.
"Brilliant."
This place wasn't so bad, James had decided. There was plenty of sand, sun, and BEAUTIFUL BIRDS in ITTY BITTY FASHIONS THAT BARELY COVERED BITS. While not having magic was totally barmy and DEAD INCONVENIENT, the scantily clad birds almost made up for it. Almost. That, and the fact that Lupinhead and Paddy were grey old fuckers (okay, so just Moony had grey hairs), of course.
Now, James had seen the Compound that Jill had told him about, and he had been less than impressed. Stone walls, lots of people crammed together in tight spaces...pish, posh. Been there, done that at Hogwarts.
What James REALLY needed was a place of his own. A place he could call home. A place FIT FOR THE KING OF THE FOREST. He was a Gryffindor, after all.
He'd studied the sign post at the place where the main path met the shore, taking note of the various places where people lived. Heading in the direction of the Green Arrow Estates, he stopped at the crest of the dune overlooking it and decided THIS would be his kingdom. This would be his LAY OF THE LAND. Driving the burnt tail of his broom into the sand, James shucked off his Quidditch jumper and fastened it to the top of the broom's handle. There was a slight breeze about, which gave his jumper cause to FLAP IMPORTANTLY in the wind.
After hauling what seemed like a metric tonne of bamboo out to where he had CLAIMED THIS LAND IN THE NAME OF POTTER, James sat on his arse and stared thoughtfully at the spot that would soon house his very important arse.
"Brilliant."