Just to give y’all a taste, here’s the first 300ish words of Discards that I wrote tonight.
“How was work?”
Sirius Black folded his lanky body into the passenger seat of the red BMW and pulled the door shut behind him. “It was fine. Quiet for most of the day. Pretty boring.”
“Quiet at the library? Imagine that!” James Potter laughed, pulling away from the curb and into the flow of Seattle traffic.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “I meant quieter than usual. It’s September now. Everyone’s back at school. Speaking of which, how was your day? Did you get all the classes you wanted?”
“Almost,” said James. “I got the last of my core requirements taken care of last semester, but I still have a pretty heavy load. Probably not much time for fun this year.” He sighed regretfully.
“Then it’s probably a good thing you don’t have a girlfriend right now,” Sirius smirked. “You can barely hang onto one when you’re not spouting engineering jargon 24/7. But then again, if you’re not dating anyone, who’s going to remind you when it’s time to change your socks?”
“Hey!” cried James. “How about a little sympathy and support from my only brother? Anyway, I don’t see you dating anyone.”
Sirius shrugged. “I just haven’t met anyone interesting lately.”
James cast him a brief incredulous look as he turned the car onto Yesler Way. “You’re telling me that out of the hundreds of people who pass through the Seattle Central Library every week – smart people, who like to read for fun – there’s not a single one who seems interesting?”
“Even if there was someone, it’s not like I could hit on him while I’m at work. There’s probably a rule about that.”
“‘Him’?” James grinned. “Is this a theoretical 'him’, or an actual flesh-and-blood 'him’ that we’re talking about?”
Sirius scowled. “It’s no one. Just a guy I’ve seen a couple of times.”