He sat next to Regulus, he detected a tone. "Well, if he did, i'm sure i'll see him come out here in a minute." he leaned against the table. "So, I know why Sirius didn't want to go home for the holidays, but why are you here?"
Regulus closed his book quietly and set it on the table. He turned to face the other in order to give him his full attention. "My mother is nuts." He said plainly.
James burst out laughing. "That is very true." from what Sirius had told James..very very true. He didn't know how Regulus was handling the fact that Sirius was planning on never living with the Blacks again, anyways.
Regulus raised a brow at the sudden outburst and pondered for a moment why exactly the statement had been funny. He decided it was one of two things. Either it had been his manner of delivery or it was some weird James Potter pheomenon. He tilted a curious head at the other. "Sirius has told you stories then?"
"Sirius tells me everything." he folded his hands together. "If he is in the kitchens, how long til he comes out do you think?" he didn't want to be sitting with Sirius' brother all day.
He shrugged and played idlly with his book. "Things have changed since he left, you know? He doesn't know the half of it anymore." Why the hell was he talking about this with him? Inappropriate didn't even begin to describe. "Dunno, depends on how much pudding they're willing to gorge him with."
He looked over at Regulus, he'd been halflistening, but he caught the jist. "Maybe you should leave to?"
"And go where?" He laughed bitterly. "Unlike Sirius, I don't have the great James Potter's family to run to. On top of that, neither do I have the small fortune Alphard made sure he had before he died. So with no money and not a soul in Slytherin that I'd trust with even keeping a house plant alive, my choices are rather slim."
James stopped grinning and glanced around. "My parents would always welcome you," even if James had his doubts about Regulus.
Regulus made no effort to hide his surprise. "You're shitting me."
This had to be some sort of trick.
"Not shitting you," he said sighing. "My parents are warm people." he just didn't think Regulus would ever take the offer up, and he didn't know what Sirius would think either.
He eyed the other carefully. "Why would you make that offer? You make it quite obvious how you feel about 'my kind'..." he trailed off, clearly referring to James' more than obvious feelings about Slytherins.
"Your kind? Your kind make it obvious about how you feel about Muggle-borns. Tell me Regulus, how do you feel about Muggle borns?" he said a little sharp.
Regulus shot James a look, clearly sick of all the pureblood assumptions. "I think a person's power comes from within. Doesn't matter if you can trace your blood back to Merlin himself. I prefer to pick my fights with specific people rather than just generalize a whole group. It's stupid and I refuse to sink to that level."
"Really?" he was kind of surprised. "Have a talk with Sirius and i'll see what I can do for you," he stood up and patted Regulus on the back.
Reglulus smiled a little. "I will," he paused for a moment, "You don't have to do this for me, you know."
"No, I don't." he pointed out. "But, I am. The great James Potter is full of surprises isn't he?" He only said that because he knew how Regulus thought of him.
Regulus laughed, genuinely this time. "He is indeed. Keep this up and I might just admit to being wrong about you, Potter."
"You are wrong about me," he grinned, than turned around and made his way up to the common room.