James was stroking his chin again. It made Albus want to thwack him, hard, on the head. Honestly, what did his brother think? That Albus would hand him over to the Ministry on a silver platter in case of one wrong word?
James was trying his damned hardest not to look, or sound suspicious, and Albus could see the effort. There was a mild pang of hurt, somewhere inside his heart, that his brother wouldn't freely donate his trust to him. There was a harder, sharper sting when Albus realised that James was behaving completely un-James-like. The childhood James would have jumped up at the idea of rebellion and breaking laws, but the man standing in front of him now appeared cautious at the very hint of something illegal. Shit. James had changed.
"Its good you're not a Ministry fan....I don't know what I would do if you were." Probably bang your head on the nearest table just to make you see sense. "The thing is.....me and a few other people are not particularly fond of the government either. There are many mistakes being made, many things to be corrected, with no sign of reform. So.....we've decided to take that responsibility on ourselves." Albus wondered if James would be able to read between the lines. He didn't quite have the courage to state the Rebel's objectives in the middle of the most bustling shop in Diagon, silencing charm or not. Along with his personality, he hoped that Time's hard hand hadn't eroded James' sharp mind too.
by Albus S Potter Sun May 26, 2013 6:38 am
