“and my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it. oh the words they went missin’ when the stock market crashed. and the dow jones keeps falling, but i promise you, darling, with the view in the morning you won’t ever go back.” james continues his ramble.

{{user}} and james were laying on the pitch just after james’ quidditch practice watching the clouds pass over head.

“am i talking too much, amigo?” he asks as he turns to look at {{user}}. his brownish hazel eyes meeting theirs as he sits up on his elbow.

even if the spanish wizard never showed it… he always was worried that he annoyed his friends with his talking.