James Potter quietly slid his feet into his slippers and pushed his glasses onto his face as he stood up. He glanced at the bed next to his once again to make sure Sirius Black, his best friend, was still sleeping, then crept out of his room.
The hallway was quiet and dark, as it was probably three in the morning. James felt like his every step was a loud explosion, but no one stirred.
He crept downstairs, and then into the kitchen of his house. There he took a glass, and poured himself some milk.
He wasn't aware of further presence until he saw a hand reach over his shoulder for a glass.
Silently choking on his milk, he turned around, and found himself staring at his mother.
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to startle you," Euphemia Potter said, smiling at her son. James made an 'it's okay' gesture, and drowned the last of his milk.
"Couldn't sleep?" He asked his mum. She shook her head, black curls flying.
"No, I followed you down." At his questioning look, she went on. "I've been meaning to talk to you, James. Now is the perfect time." She walked down into the living room, and James followed.
He sat down beside her, waiting for her to talk.
"James," she said finally. "Your father and I are terribly sorry about Sirius' parents. We'll be taking him under our wing gladly, for that is what he needs. But he needs you too, James." She watched him, trying to see if he'd deciphered what she was trying to say.
"You are going to be sixteen in a matter of months, James. Although you've changed mightily in looks, your maturity levels hasn't. Sirius, who is clearly unstable right now, needs a stronger, more mature, more stable you." This time James managed to catch on, but he still didn't speak.
"You have to stop pestering that poor Slytherin boy. I know you don't do well with Slytherins but just try it, okay?" And with that, she stood up, kissed his cheek, flashed him a smile, and left.
James didn't go to his room for a while. He sat on the couch, rethinking his mother's words, and slowly registering that she was, in fact, right.
Ok, so I know I edit this chapter a lot but this is the last time, I promise.
Instead of making a cast list, I'm going to make an aesthetic list.
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