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(Hello My Very Lovely and Patient Readers, {if I have any of you left} I owe you an explanation. It is a long one so I will just give you the short version... I had a bought of writer's block after finishing the last chapter- I knew where I am going with things but not how to get there. Once I got over that I hit another road block that considerably dampened my enthusiasm. After that things just got so busy with college plans and everything that I had no time to write anything but essays. I am very very sorry and I hope you don't hate me so much that you don't enjoy this chapter! Until next time! <3RED)

Chapter 3~ Everywhere





          "I told you to lay off the Acid Pops..."




          “…and the Pasties. The Sugar Quills probably didn’t help either…”




          "But you didn't listen."




          "You know, maybe I should just make a recording of my voice telling you not to do these things. Then I could really save my energy. Use it for less futile causes."




          I looked down at Dominique in her pitiful state; head slumped into her arms on the breakfast table. I tried to get her to eat but she just groaned. Was it possible to get a hangover from Magical sweets? Apparently.


          "I'm going to take that as a vote in favor of the recording."


          Layla snickered, "I vote yes."


          "What about you, Allie? What's your vote?" I looked over at my best friend cheekily and found her glowering. But, thankfully, not at me (believe me; you do NOT want to get on the other end of Alice Longbottom’s glares). I followed her eye line and came upon exactly what I'd expected.


          Fred Weasley a few people down, laughing and talking with his cousin and friends. Entirely unaware that a Seer had just informed his soon-to-be-victim of his impending evil plot.


          “Alice,” I tried again to get her attention.


No response.


I sighed, “Alice, your pants are on fire.”




“Alice, you’re on the cover of TeenWitch again…”




“…In your knickers...”

All that that entails.


Layla giggled but Alice showed no signs of hearing me.


“…Straddling Braxton Zambini.”


She didn’t even flinch.


I pursed my lips and pondered how else to get her attention. A devious suggestion popped in my head and, despite the possibility of a colossal backfire, I smiled inwardly at the idea. On the outside however, I made my face very serious and exhaled in a determined way. “Alice, I think it’s time. I think it’s finally happened. I think I’m in love with-“ I stopped short with astonishment.


She didn’t even hear THAT!!! I was positive that would get her but she showed no signs of life other than her steady unwavering glower.


"Earth to Alice! Alice Augusta Longbottom!" I waved my hands manically in front of her disgruntle face, attracting several curious looks from surrounding people. But, at last, I got her attention, so I didn't care.


She looked at me sourly.


I looked to see that Layla wasn’t paying attention to us anymore (she was trying to get Dominique to drink some Pumpkin juice) then said quietly, "Alice, it won't happen until Thursday night. And you can't stop it, so quit fretting. You'll beat the counter curse out of him afterwards, anyway."


          "Will I give him bruises?" she asked, bloodlust saturating her voice.




          "Fine," she said perking up a little. Then, speaking at her normal volume again, "I vote for the recording. It'll save me some breath too."


          "Alright, recording it is," I touched my glass of Pumpkin Juice to her Orange Juice with a soft clink. "As soon as I get back home."


          Layla laughed, tuning back into the conversation just in time. She touched her glass to mine. "Which only mean we'll have to keep lecturing her for about four more months."


          “You won’t be able to use it at school anyway so don’t waste your time.” Dominique reminded us, finally raising her head.


          It was right about then that Alice's dad came around with our schedules (as Professor Hagrid kept forgetting to do it). Layla groaned because our first class was her least favorite-Transfiguration, Dominique grimaced at hers attractively and Alice grinned like a maniac upon hearing Potter and Weasley exclaiming they had Transfiguration as well.


          I wasn't even sure which direction to glower. Should I send withering death glares at my friend or alleged future husband and cousin? It had been such a pleasant morning up until four seconds ago.


          Why me? What did I do to deserve this kind of sick punishment?


          My only comfort was that I would not be partnered with anyone. Fate would have no chance to test my bad luck on that front. And I was covered in the seating arrangement department as well. Alice would purposely sit by someone else (most likely Fred) to try and force me into sitting next to James Potter. But I could easily pull Layla or Dominique next to me.


          I was too busy glaring in no particular direction to notice that the cousins had risen from their seats and were passing us.


          "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other," Fred grinned cheekily as he looked over Alice's shoulder at her schedule. He looked at me, winked, and followed his cousin out of the Hall.


          I groaned as Dominique had been doing moments before and pushed my plate away. Suddenly, I wasn’t hungry anymore.




          Walking into Transfiguration class, I sighed in relief.


          Fred and James were already sitting together, chatting up the two Ravenclaw girls in front of them. No way could Alice force us together this time.


          We sat down and she returned to glaring at Fred, murderous eye daggers. I couldn’t help but smile, she was so wrapped up in my nonexistent love life that she’d become oblivious to her own.


          Professor Perks swept into the room, her green robes and dark hair billowing behind her. “Don’t get too comfortable, ladies and gentlemen. You won’t be in those seats for long.”


          My heart sank immediately, my face flushed with dread. Mentally, I began calculating and I guess Alice had too because her face immediately brightened, lips spreading slowly into a mischievous grin.


          “I am assigning your seats by alphabetical order. “


 No, no, no. This could not be happening. That was EXACTLY what I’d been afraid she’d say.


          She began calling out the names and I prayed that I was wrong. “Adams and Ackerman…” I begged to be wrong as the list continued. Closer and closer she came to calling my name. “McCall and Moon…”


          Please, please, please let there be someone with a Q name. Isn’t Evan Quicksilver in this class? Or Anna Quinn? I looked around frantically.


          Finally, as she reached the P’s came the moment of truth. “Potter and Quill.”


          I sighed with huge relief as something tight in my chest released. (Yes, two seconds later she did assign me to the seat behind him but that just meant that, should I have the inclination, I could kick him for the entire class.)


           Ian Quill took the seat next to his new desk partner and I blessed him silently, Alice pouted at me from her seat next to David Locke but I smiled brightly. Fate was on my side today, at least.


Still, with such a close call, I felt like a ticking time bomb.


Any second now and the person I’d always been could explode and a new Avaira would rise from the ashes. Some sick twisted version, who wanted to marry James Potter II, party prince of the magical world and have his three children.


The explosion felt close. Too close.


The vision I’d had yesterday had made that all too clear. I could still see James leaning closer and closer towards me in my head. I hadn’t pushed him away though. I hadn’t even wanted to. That was the scariest part.


Why hadn’t I wanted to push him away?


I was so busy wrestling with the implications of this that I could barely pay attention to Professor Perks’ lecture (on how to change your desk into a pair of trousers). I missed most of the notes and didn’t bother getting out my wand to try the spell out on my unfortunate desk.


Not that I really would’ve had the chance to try it out anyway. My partner, Vanessa Rimmsworth, was having quite a bit of trouble with the incantation herself. Had this been any normal day, I would have helped her or shown her how to do it. But this was the first day of the first year that I was going to have questionable mental health. So one could understand why I let her continue to turn our desk into a teapot, a feather boa, a boomerang and various other things that did not even begin to resemble the pair of trousers we’d been commissioned to produce.




I was snapped out of my reverie by none other that James Potter himself giving me a severely annoyed look, not unlike the ones I usually saved for him. He was rubbing the back of his head like someone had smacked him.


A little belatedly, I realized that Vanessa had accidentally changed the desk into a pair of nun chucks that had- naturally- hit Potter right in the back of his skull (well, it isn’t as if it wasn’t thick enough to take it).


“Watch it, Riley! You’re s’posed to turn it into trousers, not weapons!”


“I didn’t do anything,” I tried not to smile. I really tried, but the expression on his face was priceless.


“Like hell you didn’t!” He exclaimed, I noticed that Professor Perks had left the room (when had that happened?) and therefore missed the swearing. Damn. “The blasted things hit my head!”


“Well, it isn’t as if you were using that one for anything,” I heard myself say confidently rather than trying to deny my involvement in his cranial injury and thus end the conversation. Why? I have no idea.


He seemed to be torn between shock and amusement at my innuendo. I didn’t usually vocalize my annoyances with him more than once a month. He wasn’t used to getting much of a response from me because I normally tried to avoid contact with him as much as possible. Our verbal sparing matches were usually spread out over long periods of time. It usually happened when I couldn’t take his teasing anymore and burst with insults on his character. Most of the time, though, I kept pretty good control of myself, biting my tongue until it was swollen.


Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alice grin.


          Oh, for the love of Merlin! Having one conversation with him would not result in marriage. Insulting him was even less likely to do so. So, why the bloody hell was she smiling like that? I swear that she is on drugs. There is just no other explanation.



It was beyond irritating to walk into my second class, Charms, and see James Potter sitting on top of a desk flirting with a blonde Ravenclaw. Contrary to Alice’s dearest wish, however, my irritation had nothing to do with the fact that he was flirting with another girl. It had everything to do with the fact that I had two classes in a row with the idiot.


          Two classes. That was at least three hours every Monday that Alice would have the chance to cough suggestively and try to make me interact with James Potter. Three hours.


I let out a huff of annoyance and pointedly went to sit at the other end of the room. Alice followed, pouting the whole way. I knew that she only sat down next to me because there was an empty desk on my other side. However, Dominique soon fixed this by plopping down in the vacated desk as Layla snagged the empty seat next to sulky Alice.


To my chagrin, Fred Weasley entered a moment later and, rather than going to take the desk next to the one his cousin sat on top of, he came to sit in front of Alice. Her face darkened for a split second before she realized that James was making his way over to sit next to his cousin. It was my turn to pout.


My only hope was that Professor Flitwick would have us be doing some sort of advanced levitation charms today so I could make heavy objects fly at his head without getting in trouble for it.


To my disappointment, we weren’t levitating anything or performing any hexes. However, much to Alice’s disappointment, the class passed without incident. I didn’t speak to Potter once.


I left the class with a satisfied grin on my face while Alice muttered unintelligible complaints behind me. We had Herbology with the Hufflepuffs next and I was quite looking forward to it until…


…I was staring at Professor Slughorn with pure dread. The dungeon was cold, as usual and goose bumps had risen sneakily onto my arms. I felt the urge to bolt out of the classroom and up the stairs screaming like some girl in a horror flick.


“Potter go sit next to Riley,” Professor Slughorn chortled. “You’ll need the help this year, m’boy, and, who could hope for a prettier Potions tutor?”


I looked to my left to see Alice beaming as she gathered her books and made her way to the now empty seat next to Fred Weasley. Potter, to my horror, had gathered his things as well and was currently crossing the classroom to take the vacant seat next to me….




“Huh?” I came back to reality and saw Layla’s concerned face before me.


“You all right?”


No. No I was most certainly not alright.


“I’m fine.”

          “Well, c’mon then. We can’t be late on the first day!”


I let Layla pull me to the greenhouse where Professor Longbottom was already waiting for the class. We took our seats, Layla sitting next to Alice which (much to the latter’s delight) left me to sit on the end with an open seat next to me.


It was small relief when Leo sat next to me, rather than James (who sat on his other side) because I knew that I would be forced to sit next to him in Potions anyway. I listened half-heartedly to Professor Longbottom explain the cycle of some biting plant the name of which I had already forgotten.


The whole situation felt hopeless. I was doomed to be mindless. I knew from the visions I had already had that, when I became Mrs. Potter, I would not feel miserable at the prospect, as I did now. I would actually be ecstatic about the whole ordeal. However, any girl with half of a brain could see that James Potter II was far from being husband material. This led me to the conclusion that I would have to be mindless to marry him. Therefore, my future was very bleak indeed.


I sighed mournfully when the Herbology was over. Even though that stupid plant bit me because I hadn’t listened closely enough to Professor Longbottom’s instructions not to touch their roots, I still would rather have stayed in the greenhouses than gone back to the castle. Double Potions was next on my schedule. This day was just getting worse by the hour.


“What’s the matter, Vaira?” Dominique asked as we walked (or trudged, in my case) to Potions.


 “Nothing,” I lied pathetically.


Dominique didn’t press me further but I saw my three best friends exchange worried and confused looks with each other from the corner of my eye. I kept my head down and walked into the Potions room. It had never felt as much like a dungeon to me as it did today. I didn’t feel the least bit of satisfaction at Alice’s grimace as she sat in the seat next to mine. I didn’t bother telling her, as she sighed in resignation, that she was giving up just as she was about to get her way.


I suppressed a groan as Professor Slughorn called the class to order. Though he had lost weight in recent years, he was still a very large man. His every breath came out in a labored puff and he seemed to waddle rather than walk.


Today, he set a steaming cauldron on one of the front tables and greeted the class much in the same way that Professor Perks had done.


“I wouldn’t recommend getting to comfortable, lads and ladies. I will be pairing you up into partnerships more …” he chuckled, searching for the correct words. “Shall we say, more suitable to your individual skill sets than to your personal preferences.”


Everyone but Alice and I let out a collective groan. My best friend had perked up, bright eyed and bushy- tailed, as if she couldn’t believe her luck. She was like a dog that saw its master opening a box of treats.


Just like in my vision, I was staring at Professor Slughorn with pure dread. The dungeon was cold, as usual and goose bumps had risen sneakily onto my arms. I felt the urge to bolt out of the classroom and up the stairs screaming like some girl in a horror flick.


The professor began to pick apart pairings systematically and I waited with baited breath for the inevitable. It came too soon for my taste, as I knew it would.


“Potter.” My stomach lurched as he said the name, his tone wrapping it with the fondness of an old doting grandfather. “Go sit next to Riley. You’ll need the help this year, m’boy, and, who could hope for a prettier Potions tutor?”


I looked to my left with resignation to see Alice beaming delightedly as she gathered her books and made her way to the now empty seat next to Fred Weasley. This was her dream come true. Potter had gathered his things as well and was currently crossing the classroom to take the vacant seat next to me. I still felt horror stricken, though I’d literally seen this coming and my cheeks flushed a deep scarlet red.


I kept my curtain of hair in between us and took extensive notes as Professor Slughorn listed the properties of the steaming cauldron at the front of the class. Today, luckily, was one of those very rare days in potions that we didn’t actually have to make anything. Instead, Slughorn lectured and I was able to totally ignore my new partner.


I knew full well that it wouldn’t last. Eventually, we would be making potions and then I’d be forced to have some communication with him. However, I vowed that, even when we did start concocting various draughts, I would continue to ignore him as much as humanly possible.


It wasn’t as easy to go back to pretending he didn’t exist this time. Every year before this I hadn’t had a single problem keeping thoughts of him from my head, unless he was in plain sight of me or someone brought him up. This year, though, it had become disturbingly difficult. He seemed to be everywhere I went. Perhaps this was just because I knew that this year was the year.


I managed to forget his existence quite well during Potions, however, considering he was sitting right next to me.


When we were dismissed, I bolted from the classroom without speaking. I didn’t even bother to wait for my friends. Instead, I made a beeline for my Ancient Ruins classroom. It was the last class of the day and the only class I had without my friends.


I also knew for a fast that Potter would not be there because he’d never taken Ancient Ruins. Like my friends, I suppose he thought it was a boring waste of his valuable time. This suited me very well.


I breathed a sigh of relief upon entering the classroom. It was much like the Divination classroom, although Professor Zeller didn’t cloud the air with perfumes to choke everyone and drape everything dramatically with scarves and heavy fabrics like Trelawney.


The class went by too quickly for me and I didn’t have to be a psychic to know that it probably would do that all term. When we were dismissed, I didn’t go back to the Common Room or out to the lake, like most did before dinner.


Kaitlin Bones, a friendly Hufflepuff Prefect had informed me that our new Head Boy had called a meeting today in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. It was an unusual place to meet but I figured that Gregory Smith just wanted to kiss Professor Zellers ass a bit more. I passed a window and saw the Lake outside, I felt a pang of longing in my chest. I wished I could go outside to the lake to lounge in the glorious, sunny weather with my friends.


So caught up in my daydreams of sunbathing was I that I was halfway into the DADA room, on my way to sit in between Kaitlin and Aidan Finnegan, before I stopped short. Standing next to Jenna Quicksilver (who, judging by the shiny new badge on her robes was our Head Girl) at the front of the room was none other than James Sirius Potter II.

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