Prompt: DrunkJames opens his bedroom door and peers down the dark hallway, making sure his parents aren't still awake. They rarely stay up past seven - but even if they did, they are half deaf with age. He doesn't even bother with his invisibility cloak when he's at home anymore - he hasn't for years.Prompt: Drunk by L1V1D
"Be right back," he says over his shoulder to Sirius. Sirius, sitting on his bed and dripping wet, looking completely shell shocked. Sirius, staring straight ahead and not even bothering to respond to him. Sirius, breathing heavily and trying not to cry.
James sighs and slips into the hall, shutting the door quietly behind him. He had been lounging downstairs, listening to the radio and the thunder outside (it is always dark and gloomy and wet lately - the Ministry suspects dementors) and browsing a broomstick catalog when there came a sharp rapping on the window. It had taken him by surprise - what sort of visitor wanders the streets these days, after all?