james was worried—although, he wasn’t sure he should be. that sounded terrible, but you always had issues, and you always got through them.

but maybe he should be. this seemed serious, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty that he didn’t notice your drinking problem before remus told him to check up on you.

should he tell your parents? should he be helping you? should he bring it up? what if you stop speaking to him?!

james was spiraling, which wasn’t helping his already deteriorating mental state—that he hid very well. he knew you needed help; for the first time, he didn’t know how to give it. so he decided to ignore the situation for now.

james was helping out with the school’s fall festival by selling sandwiches and lemonade. remus was volunteering as well, while sirius and peter fooled around in the background.

“what’s all this about?” you asked with a smile as you came by their stand. james noticed the bottle of blue gatorade in your hands; alarm bells immediately began ringing in his head.

remus shot sirius and peter a pointed look before turning back to you with a tired grin. “sandwiches and lemonade, {{user}}.” he replied.

james shook his head, taking a few sips towards you. “hey, pots. can i get a sip?” he asked, pointing to the bottle in your hands.