breakfast {alex/open}

[mrpotter]

James woke early, as usual. His body was not used to the fact that it was summer vacation and he could sleep as late as he wished; the clock on his bedside table proclaimed it was six fifteen, the time he got up for lessons that started at seven thirty. Seven thirty on a Saturday. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, and then began groping around in the semi-darkness for a shirt to cover his bare chest. Once James had clothed himself, he took a look around his room, true to any area that was his space, it was already a pit. He groggily walked down to the kitchen to get breakfast, uncharacteristically, Harry was already there.

"Morning father," James said, voice laden with sleep as he opened the fridge. Harry looked up from his newspaper. "Morning Albus," said he. James had to hold back a cringe, his father was the only person he knew that called him "Albus," he didn't care for it. He knew he was named after the great Dumbledore, one of the main figures in Harry's life, but James was... James. He grabbed the leftovers from last night's supper and sat across the table from his father with them. James began to eat without even heating the shepherd's pie, Harry wrinkled his nose, and he knew this was because his eating habits disgusted him.

"Going into work, today?" asked James after swallowing a mouthful of cold cheese, mashed potatoes, and corn. "Yeah, things are getting kind of hectic at the office, lots of things to do," Harry replied without removing his eyes from his papers. James had nothing to say to this, but Harry had promised to take him to a deserted moor today so they could practice Quidditch. James continued to devour his shepherd's pie, not saying anything. But then something came to mind... "You don't think that there's a Voldemort-type thing again, do you?" James finally spoke after finishing his breakfast. Harry looked over the top of his paper, and James could tell the gears of his brain were working furiously.

"Just tell me the truth, I'm not a kid anymore," James said firmly, placing his fork down beside his empty plate. Harry sighed, and then finally began to speak. "Things aren't looking too good right now, it's not like last time, something... Strange." James wasn't sure what to make of this, but before he could ask for an elaboration, the sound of footsteps came down the stairs.

[skyeisthelimit]

Alex had already bounded into the kitchen before she realized that she probably should have been quieter in order to listen more closely to what her father and brother were saying about recent events. Alex supposed it didn't matter too much, though. Harry wasn't likely to tell James much anyway.

"Hi Dad, hi James," she said as she came into the kitchen, still wearing pajamas. She walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a box of cereal, a bowl, and a spoon and sat down beside her father and brother. Alex glanced over at the clock, unsurprised to find that it was quite early. She had been waking up early these days, probably due to the fact that James was home and Alex rarely slept while people in the house were awake.

[mrpotter]

"Morning Alex," said James at the same time as Harry, pushing around the last few cold beef crumbles on his plate with the prong of his fork. Surprisingly, Ginny had yet to join them. However, James knew his mother to be quite the sleeper, and she probably wouldn't wake until long after Harry had left. A sudden thought came to mind, today he and his younger sister would go to visit Angel, no doubt she was lonely in her flat. "Well, best be off," said Harry, folding up his paper. "Bye dad," said James as his father leaned across the table to kiss Alex's forehead.