Getting Something To Eat [Elizabeth]

[James Potter]

James woke up to the sound people snoring in his dorm. Immediatly his head swung to the bed to the right, hoping to see his friend still sleeping there. Sometimes he and his best friend had contests to see who would wake up first, and usually it was his friend, for James was the kind that liked to sleep in, well, usually. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up and stretched and yawned. He walked over to the window and looked outside. The sun shone brightly through the window and he couldnt help but smile.

He walked away from the window and went to dig through his trunk for some clothes. He finally pulled out a pair of jeans and a black shirt and threw them on. He grabbed his wand off his night stand and put it in his pocket before heading down into the common room. He walked through the halls, still not seeing many people up at the time. He didn't know exactly what time it was, probably around seven or so in the morning, which is early for James to be up, to say the least.

As he walked into the Great Hall, he looked around. There seemed to be people up and about already, but not that many. He quietly sat down, and quickly said hello to the people he knew, which was basically all of them seeing as how he was very popular in the Gryffindor house. He reached for some pancakes and began eating.

[Elizabeth Weasley]

Elizabeth Weasley jogged down the corridors of Hogwarts, her hair swinging behind her in a pony tail. Whisps of blonde locks framing her face. Her face was a little flushed from having run from the Gryffindor Common room down to the great hall. There really was no exact reason Elizabeth had run the distance other then the fact that she wanted to run. It just felt right at the moment.

She slowed to a walk as she entered the Great Hall and almost instantly her hand fluttered up to begin it's endless dance from one bottle cap to the next. She was very fond of her mothers necklace, one that Luna had been 'made fun of' for so many times in her years at Hogwarts. She had found it in a old box up in the attic of their house when she was eleven and headed to Hogwarts. She instantly fell in love with it.

As she neared the Gryffindor Table Elizabeth noticed a familiar face, a childhood friend. With a large smile Elizabeth bounced into a seat next to James Potter and threw her slender arms around his shoulder with a cheery. "James! Good morning!" before grabbing a piece of toast and waving to a few people further down the table. "How are you this morning?" She asked turning back to James.

[James Potter]

James looked down at his food after he had put it on his plate and sighed to himself. He didn't know what his problem was lately. He was always thinking about stuff that had happened to him in the past, and although it was causing him nightmares or anything, you could tell that it was getting to him. Really getting to him. He had never completely gotten over his father's death, which was a bad thing in itself. He missed his father terribly, but he knew that nothing he could ever do would bring him back. In his head, James knew he was gone, but in his heart, he just kept wishing that he would come walking through the door at home, or something like that.

He jerked his head up slightly as he heard someone sitting down in the chair next to him. Before he could even think about looking to see who it was, he felt a pair of arms around his shoulder. For a moment, that made him forget about his father. He smirked slightly and said, "Morning Elizabeth.." He watched as she waved to some of the people down the table, and when she turned back to him he smirked slightly and said, "Ah, I'm alright I guess..better now that your here to distract me.." He smiled softly and said, "What about you?"

[Elizabeth Weasley]

Elizabeth leaned into James, bumping him with her shoulder as she took a bite of her toast and smiled up at him. "Mmm, pretty good." She responded, dropping her slice of toast on a plate and picking up a glass of pumpkin juice. "Starving, though." She added, picking the toast back up.

Swinging her legs under the table, Elizabeth placed her elbows on the table and turned her head to watch James. "What am I distracting you from, if I may ask." She asked, folding her hand under her chin. "It's just so much easier to distract someone when you know what you're distracting from." She informed him, continuing to munch on her toast.

[[it's a little short, sorry.]]

[James Potter]

James couldn't help but smile to himself slightly as he felt Elizabeth kind of leaning on him. He didn't mind it at all, mostly because he felt like she was a sister to him, even though he already had siblings that took care of him, well, he took care of them actually. He loved Elizabeth like she was his sister, and would never say anything cross to her, or mind if she leaned on him. It was just one of those instantly understood things. He couldn't help but laugh softly as she told him how she was doing. He was glad that she was doing fine, and he laughed a little harder when she added that she was starving.

He looked at her, shaking his head slightly as she turned to face him with her hand under her chin. He quickly debated whether or not to tell her what was bugging him. He had never really talked about his father to her before, or let her know how he got bothered by his death sometimes. After a moment of debate, he decided that he should probably tell her the truth because he didn't need her mad at him. He took a breath and said, "Your distracting me from my father.." He didn't know if that sounded stupid, but that's the only way he could think of to say it at the time.

[Elizabeth Weasley]

"Hmmm." Elizabeth said, chewing on her lip slightly in concentration as she squinted her eyes at James. Harry's death had always been a sore subject for James, he had taken his father's death a bit harder then everyone else. The only one who seemed half as devestated as Harry's eldest was his wife. Elizabeth had always been close to the Potter family, practically family and was rather upset when 'Uncle Harry' passed but still, it was hardest for James. Sure he never said anything about it bothering him lately but she was there from the begining, how could she not have guessed?

"I'd say this is a big distracting." She took a large bite of her toast and threw it on a plate, brushing her hands together to rid them of crums. She glanced up and down the table before turning back to James. "You gonna finish that?" She asked pointing a finger down at his plate. She picked up a piece of bacon and finished it off as she took a glance at the time. A small smile played across her lips as she turned back to James and placed a hand over her mouth, awaiting his reply.

[James Potter]

James couldn't help but sigh to himself as he told Elizabeth what she was distracting him from. He didn't usually want to talk about his father, mostly because he didn't want to think about him, even if he had loved him. James knew that he was the only one in his family that acted funny whenever he thought about his dad. Well, him and his mom that was. His brother and sister hadn't gotten completely over it, he could tell, but they tried not to let it show. James tried not to let it show usually either, but today was just a bad day for him.

He looked over at Elizabeth and sent her a half fake, half sincere smile as he heard what she said. Yes, it would take alot of distracting to get his mind off of his father, that was for sure. He didn't know what else he could do to make the thoughts go away. He had considered drinking, firewhiskey and stuff, but had quickly put that idea down, knowing his mother would kill him if she ever found out. The other thing he had thought about doing was talking to someone about it. At first he had shot that idea down, being to full of pride to admit that he needed to talk to someone. As he heard the next thing Elizabeth said, he couldn't help but laugh softly and shook his head and said, "Nah, my appitie's kind of gone right now, you can have whatever you want.."

[Elizabeth Weasley]

"Mmmkay." Elizabeth stood up, grabbing another piece of bacon and finishing it off before reaching down and grabbing hold of James' hand. Gripping it tightly she pulled him to his feet and dragged him along after her out of the Great Hall and towards the Entrance Hall. She looked back at James with a giant smile as she pushed open the huge doors, a strong wind pushing into the castle before the doors slammed shut. "I've always found this a great way to just think, ya' know? Like, there's nothing or no one there to bother you or tell you what to do. Well, I'll be there to bother you, but whatever." Elizabeth rambled, glancing over at James every once in a while.

After a couple of minutes of Elizabeth tugging at his arm and rambling she dropped his hand and entered the door of the Gryffindor Quidditch changing rooms and pulled two brooms from the rack. She thrust one at James and took one to herself before skipping onto the field. Throwing her leg over the side of her broom Elizabeth kicked off.

Elizabeth soared up and did a tight cirlce, the wind blowing her hair out of it's pony tail. She giggled softly as she lowered to where James stood. "Flying without the pressure of having a game is so relaxing. I do it all the time, especially when I'm upset or need to think." Elizabeth said, her voice a soft yell.

[[erp. sucky-ish. sorry.]]

[James Potter]

James couldn’t help but smile slightly as he watched Elizabeth. Sometimes he swore that she could be a guy the way she ate. He could eat a lot of food, yet Elizabeth always seemed to be eating just as much as him. Of course he was never going to call her a guy or anything, but it was a joke that he had going with her. He would always tease her about how much she would eat, and she would come back with some witty comment. He had turned his attention away from her to wave to one of his other friends, and the next thing he knew he was being dragged out of his chair by the teenage Weasley. He briefly wondered what the hell was going on, but let her lead him out of the Great Hall. He couldn’t say that he hated the idea of getting out of there, at least then he wouldn’t have to deal with anyone else asking him if something was wrong, because he knew they would. His eyes were like an open book, and people could always see his emotions through them, even if he didn’t want them to.

He continued to let Elizabeth lead him, wondering where they were going to go. She was obviously taking him somewhere that he could think, and be alone, even though she would be there with him. That’s all he could gather out of her rambling, and he just let her drag him. After a few minutes he knew exactly where they were going. They were going to the Gryffindor Quidditch changing rooms. He had been there so many times in his life that he knew the way like the back of his hand. You didn’t not know where that was when you were the Captain of your team. He couldn’t help but smile softly as he caught the broom that Elizabeth threw him from the rack, and then quickly followed her onto the field.

He watched his friend for a minute before thinking about getting on his own broom. He hadn’t been on one for about a month. He had fallen off of his and had to have a cast on his arm for about 6 weeks over the summer, and had just recently got it off. Before he got on, Elizabeth landed next to him and he nodded slowly and said, “Yah, I can understand what you mean..” He got on his broom and smiled softly at her before saying, “Thanks Lizzie, for everything..” He hoped that she wouldn’t mind him calling her Lizzie. He had used to call her it when they were younger, but he hadn’t in a while.

[Elizabeth Weasley]

Elizabeth hadn't been called "Lizzie" in years, not since she and James were kids. She didn't mind, it brought back good memories of their youth. Elizabeth smiled at James and shoved him lightly before tucking a stray lock of her unruly hair behind her ear. "No prob, James-y. What are friends for?" She replied, as she laughed and took off again, flying up into the air. After flying up a few yards Elizabeth leveled off and wrapped her legs tightly around her broom, releasing the handle with her hands. She spread her arms out at her sides and raised her face to the sky, taking a deep breath of clean air.

Returning to the normal flying position, Elizabeth looked around the field for James. Spotting him she flew around him a few times before coming in close and tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Tag?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side before dropping down lower, her eyes fixed on James as she awaited his response. It had been years since Elizabeth had played tag. It had been at one of the Weasley gatherings that the Potters, of course, were a part of. The games at those kind of gatherings got insane, what with all the Weasley's running around. Those were some of the funnest times Elizabeth had had, short of playing quidditch.

[James Potter]

James couldn't help but love the feel of the wind in his face as he flew around the Quidditch Pitch. He loved being out here, even more than he loved being in his own Pitch at home. To him, this was his second home. Not just the Pitch, but Hogwarts in general. He smirked slightly, remembering some of the things he had gotten into here over the last couple years, and he had to laugh softly. He shook his head, telling himself that although he was going to miss the place, it would probably be best for him to get out of here. Everywhere he went thing reminded him of his father. Playing Quidditch, going to classes, his last name, just everything. He was brought back to reality by Elizabeth's voice and smirked slightly and stuck his tounge out and said, "Your a great friend.." He hadn't really minded that she called him James-y. His siblings called him that, and sometimes even if mom called him that, so he had pretty much gotten used to it.

James couldn't help but smile as he watched his friend on her broom. He had to admit, she had talent. He had talent for Quidditch, so he guessed that meant he had talent for flying, although he doubted he could make it look as effortless as she did. He had continued flying around, just trying to clear his head. The next thing he knew, he had looked up and Elizabeth was circling him. He arched his eyebrows slightly, confused as to what she was doing. When she tapped him though, and he heard what she said, he couldn’t help but smirk slightly. After a moment he nodded slightly before advancing towards her.