Chapter 402: A Fine Age for Holding It In [bonus]
After the trip to the Forbidden Forest, James complained he was starving and dragged everyone down to the kitchens near the Hufflepuff common room.
House-elves swarmed them, terrified the noble young wizards might go hungry. Roast Potatoes, cream biscuits, steak, pudding, Pumpkin Juice, dish after dish landed on the table.
James ate plenty and drank more, and rolled back to the dormitory with a stomach like a drum, throwing himself onto his bed in bliss.
Then his bladder woke him in the middle of the night.
He burrowed out from under the blankets without opening his eyes, groped along the floor with one foot until he found his slippers, and set off for the washroom on muscle memory alone.
Almost three years he'd walked this route. Bed to door, left turn, end of the corridor, door on the right, toilet on the left.
Never once got it wrong.
Standing up in his slippers, he lifted his head. Someone was at the window, back turned, motionless.
James squinted. Without his glasses it was a blurred dark shape, but he knew those lines.