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chapter twenty-four; translations and ruin
Amaya Santoro was his girlfriend. Fuck. James could pass out from happiness. What a lucky bastard he was, to have the best girl in the world tolerate him. Now he only needed her to love him and he would've hit the jackpot.
He didn't think a lot would change if they became official, technically they were only labeling something that already existed before, they'd been dating, or acting like it for a long time. But the truth was everything changed: for the better.
It was weird at first after their talk in the kitchen when they'd put everything on the table. He genuinely thought he was doing the right thing by taking things slow with Amaya, showing her his love and appreciation without the need for gratification, because he didn't need any.
It seemed he was, as they often concluded, an idiot.
But after solving that issue in the cellar, with his girl screaming out his name as she came all over his mouth, they went back to normal. Or as normal as they could get.
The truth was they were both acting slightly off. Good. But still off. The moment they composed themselves and left the cellar, Amaya had kissed his cheek and gone off to the Floo shouting she'd be at Marlene's house. What had happened, James didn't have a fucking clue, but he figured it was none of his business, even as curiosity ate away at him.
With Amaya off at Marlene's, James had taken the opportunity to rush over to Sirius' room, bursting in and ignoring his friend's shriek as he let a tool fall on his foot.
James froze in the doorway at the sight of Sirius, with a motorbike in the middle of his room, hand tools strewn around, and his face and t-shirt covered in grease and sweat (most likely).
"You better not stain the floor. Ninny will have a fit."
Sirius rolled his eyes, grabbing the tool again and going back to messing with his bike. It was one of his hobbies, and James was the first to admit Sirius seemed pretty good at it, not that he knew anything about motorbikes. He just never saw his friend bring it over to his room.
"I know, you bastard. Ninny cast a spell on the floor to keep it clean. Also, what the fuck, Potter? Knock."
"I don't know what that means," James said feigning confusion, and before Sirius could say anything else he asked, "Why are you fixing up the bike? I thought it was done. And you do know we have a shed right?"
"I'm making it fly and yes, Prongs, but it's raining and I was waiting for you guys to get back." Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah. We fucking broke into Gringotts, mate," James said with a grin as he went over to Padfoot's bed and threw himself back, staring up at the ceiling.
