weeping willow ((evelyn))

It was first thing in the morning, and James sent a message to Evelyn asking if they could talk in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom; he was determined to make it up to her after the craziness of the past month. He needed to show that he was a man of his word about desiring to be in the child's life. It felt strange to be in the bathroom for something other than doing drugs, and boy was his brain on fire with the locational associations. His hands shook as he stopped himself from rummaging through his backpack. Urgh. He needed to do something. Finally, he grabbed the few bags he had left and threw them into one of the toilets with him standing on top of the seat. That should make it much harder to succumb to the temptation. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and cleared his throat as he reached his foot out to the handle to flush any remaining drugs on him once and for all.

Once the process completed, James opened his eyes and grinned in delight. Now he wouldn't have to worry about anything being confiscated or getting himself into potentially regrettable situations. Whew. Moving hair out of his eyes, he jumped down from the loo as he heard footsteps nearby.

@Evelyn Grayson