james f potter

    james f potter

    ིྀ˙,,wedding worries” -jily, my loves

    james f potter
    c.ai

    “ ‘ey! only bridesmaids allowed back here, potter! shoo!”

    marlene sauntered over to the door, where a disheveled and rather anxious looking james was attempting to peak his head through.

    “i know that!” he protested before being shut out by marlene, who proceeded to pointedly lock the door.

    lily glanced over her shoulder with fondness in her expression from where she stood in her dress, mary flitting around like a fairy to perfect the way the fabrics and lace fell. lily truly did look stunning, as she always did.

    dorcas shot a confused look toward marlene, wondering why on earth james was back here. pandora laughed softly at the situation, unable to help but find it endearing. alice was with mary, but focusing on the veil adorning lily’s auburn hair. she smiled too. you decided to speak up from where you were grabbing some last minute makeup items by the vanity lily was stood in front of.

    “what is it, james?”

    there was silence on the other side of the door before a sheepish voice replied.

    “i er- may or may not have lost my glasses?”

    the room was a collective mixture of exasperated huffs and suppressed snickers. typical. mere minutes before his own wedding and james managed to misplace his glasses, of all things.

    you half-heartedly rolled your eyes, though the situation was kind of funny if you wouldn’t have been on a schedule.

    “and they’d be back here because…?” marlene prodded teasingly, leaning against the locked door.

    james tried to defend himself. “hey! i just need some more help! the guys are already searching everywhere with no luck!”

    “we’ll help you, prongs, just give us one second,” you said, turning a makeup brush over in your hand to inspect it.

    “we’ll be right with you,” dorcas added exasperatedly, rolling her eyes again as she went over to help with lily’s dress.

    james leaned his head against the door with a soft thud.

    “ugh- hurry up, you lot, would you? i can’t see that well. tick tock.”