James' expression perked up. Unofficial Healer? As in...being a trained healer, without all the tests and degrees? He felt a strange sort of pride bubble in him, and he leaned forward, looking mighty, mighty interested.
"I think I'll have to take you up on that," James said, a ghost of his old mischievous grin sliding onto his face. The idea of finding his own way of becoming a healer, without having to work the long hours and not be there when Lily or the Order needed him, was very, very exhilarating. It was almost like studying to become an animagi; they'd had to do that on their own, so why not something like this? James had always hated giving up on things, so this--well, this couldn't have worked out any better.
"I'm still questioning whether or not I can do this," James admitted, shrugging lightly and looking down at his drink, "There are times when I don't want to do this, I mean---our kid's going to be here in less than two months, and I'm pretty sure Voldemort isn't going to drop dead before the end of July."
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