The ladder was wobbling the entire time James climbed up. He thought it was going to give out beneath his feet at any second, so he climbed it rather hastily. Luckily, he survived and stepped further into the attic. It was pretty empty up here, mostly just random tubs filled with stuff Lily probably didn’t need, but also didn’t want to get rid of. James understands it all too well, he’s kind of a hoarder about certain things too. For some unknown reason he has started collecting random paintings and books. He has no room in his flat for either, but he can’t bring himself to stop buying them. It’s like they call out to him, and he’ll feel the overwhelming urge to just have and own them. Even the books he knows he’ll never read. There was one time in particular he bought a book that was written in French. He can’t speak French obviously, so he will never be able to read it, but still James couldn’t leave the market without it. Sirius told him many times it was a shopping addiction and weird; nonetheless, James can’t help it. 