Utopia

James was the first to wake up the next morning, hungover and devastatedly sleepy.

He rubbed his eyes with great force, making his pounding headache even worse. He looked around worriedly, making sure his friends were all alright. That's when he noticed some slight movement on his chest.

Something that was breathing. Could it be Regulus? The raven haired boy was the first to pop up in the boy’s mind, even if the memories had yet to hit him. Well, the eventually did, and he felt a smile creep up on his lips. 

They had really had a good time yesterday! Even though the current James was feeling something less that bamboozled. After he remembered the slightest flirting that had been made yesterday, with him and Regulus, he wasted no time to wrap his hands back around the boy’s waist. Where he had —for some reason— moved them from. James was pansexual. No need to deny that. He, now, knew for sure. When he reopened his eyes, second time this warm morning, he noticed that it was snowing outside. Snow means winter. Winter means cold. Cold months are; December, January, February. It was not January yet, and there was a Christmas tree farther down in the living room.

Conclusion; It’s fucking Christmas! Ah yes! It was fucking Christmas! And James had bought some special gifts for his dear friends. Those gifts were hidden under his bed, in his room. (Don't get me wrong, James is just remembering stuff.) But, there was no gift for Regulus. NO GIFT FOT REGULUS?!

James was quick to freak out, what kind of friend was he if he had forgotten about getting Regulus a gift?! An idea about Regulus’ gift? Maybe a book about Potions! 

No. A broom? Ridiculous. Hah! A magical quill! Yes, James had heard of those things while he was visiting a bookstore to buy a gift for Remus, on his last birthday.

He searched around for his wand, not missing a beat. A Tempus Charm was quickly casted, and the brunette calmed down a bit.

7:34 a.m. It was still early, but not early enough for stores to be closed. Also early enough for the rest of the boys to be asleep.

James made a quick decision, and cautiously moved the Slytherin from his chest, putting a soft pillow under his head and covering him with the blanket he was previously wrapped in, too. He admired the sleeping boy for a second, so beautiful in the early morning light, plus the Christmas lights over the house.

His usually sharp face was now soft and seemed fragile. Cute, he thought, snapping out of his dreamy trance and walking towards the entrance of the apartment, putting on his coat and shoes, grabbing his keys and some money, not bothering to fix himself up. He was now out in the old December air, smells of Christmas meals getting prepared early, the air smelled like sweet hot chocolate and black tea. The downpour was slowly stopping, only leaving being a thick layer of snow, ready for the children to come out and play. He walked fast, eager to just go buy the present for Regulus and go back to the coziness and warmth of his beloved apartment. He bought a coffee from a shop near the bookstore and quickly walked in. Then, an employee noticed him entering so clumsily, dusting the snow off of his coat. The woman walked towards him.

She smiled kindy and put her hands behind her back, clearing her throat to gain James’ attention. Which she did. “Do you need any help finding something, sir?” She asked sweetly. James turned towards her and looked down at the short lady, meeting her eye and smiling at the offer of help. “Ah! Yes, actually! I’ve come to find a gift for my best friend's brother!”

James’ smile grew by the second, his kindness shown to the elderly woman. "Well, do you have anything specific in mind, young man?” She chuckled at the lovely boy in front of her. “Yes, I do, actually. Umm, I’ve come here before, and I had noticed something relevant to a magical quill, that writes on its own whatever the person is saying.” He tilted his head, not sure if this was a good explanation of the thing he was talking about. “Oh! I know what you mean!” Her eyes shined in realization, she clasped her hands together in front of her stomach.

“I will be back in a minute, my boy!” She exclaimed, starting to walk towards a makeshift apothecary, full of books and other, relevant items.

When the woman came back, she was holding a crimson, velvet box, wrapped in a dark brown, shiny ribbon. “This would be want you’re looking for.” She said, untying the pretty ribbon and opening the box. Inside, was a stunning, jet black with golden details pen, seemed Muggle at fist sight, but then levitated up in the air and a small paper appeared next to it. It started writing something on the small paper and once finished, elegantly put itself back in the box, closing it and tying the ribbon back around it. The paper landed on James’ hand.

‘Finnegan, Model 5.6, London, 1897’ It read. This little information was also written at the back of the box. The letters were written in cursive, not a single error or uneven/disreadable letter. Wow. “Well, looks pretty perfect to me!” James's smile grew three times its previous size, his teeth showing fondly, shining. 

“How much is it?” He asked. The lady looked at him weirdly. “What do you mean, boy?” James’ smile fell a little. “I mean, how much does it cost, how much do I have to pay for it?” He was utterly confused. And it only became worse, when the short woman roared in laughter. She threw her head back and clapped her hands, as if James was telling her a truly hilarious joke. “Oh please! Get out of here!” The lady said between laughter. She handed James the box and shoved him out of the quiet store, closing the door after him. “Miss! I haven’t paid for it yet!” He called, and knocked on the door. But the elderly woman was already out of sight.

He let out a sigh, and looked down at the box, admiring its beauty. He decided that it was wrong not to pay for the magical item and pulled thirty galleons out of his pocket. He bent down, letting go of the coins, setting them on the floor, hoping for the lady to find them and accept them. The brunette carefully put the box in his coat’s pocket and started walking towards his house, looking back once in a while, to look for the mysterious woman. He smiled faintly, as he took a turn and looked at the strange bookstore for the last time. Huh?