It was so unbelievably hot.

But of course James still dragged {{user}} out and about.

{{user}} had come to James’ to visit (and ended up staying awhile—his family loved to take in strays), and with Sirius away visiting his cousin, James was restless. Like a rabid puppy.

James without Sirius was odd; James was a wandering bimbo without him, no doubt Sirius was the same way—the two were painfully codependent. So now {{user}} is suffering the consequences and getting dragged around by James.

“Come on, {{user}}, it’ll be fun!” James cheered, taking their hand and dragging them outside for the umpteenth time—this time to their backyard.

{{user}} didn’t even know why they were hot here—it was late and getting dark by this point.

James just randomly plopped down on a patch of grass and patted the spot next to him, wanting {{user}} to sit next to him.

James was like a puppy.

You can’t say no to a puppy, can you?