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I'd Like Some Polygon Juice Please, Professor
When James failed to answer Sirius stared at him, "Your James Potter. Do you hear me? James 'I'm better than everyone' Potter! You don't get embarrassed! You make other people embarrassed!"
I Thought I Saw An Eyeball Floating Here, Professor
Sirius got out from his place under the desk and stood up staring at the professor. “Seriously? Only five? Come on, me paying attention should deserve like a hundred! This is a once in a lifetime chance!”
Chapter Three; Lies
“I can tell.” Sirius replied, nodding to James’ arms.
Chapter Four; Alone
Peter looked around the room franticly searching for the remaining Marauder, before his eyes stopped on Neely. His head cocked to the side as he saw her sitting in the far corner of the room by herself.
With his hand on the doorknob, James turned and sent the professor a quick smile before slipping out of the room with his hand still clamped around Neely’s tightly.
Chapter Six; Field
James cheeks were suddenly burning, but not from her accusation. His eyes darted to the ground, “No. My mother told me if I didn’t stop throwing the cat up the chimney she would make them stay like that.”
Chapter Seven; Peaunt Butter
“She’s just another fan girl of James.” Trish replied simply as she chewed on a piece of chicken.
Chapter Eight; Guilt
Maybe Lily could even help her make up with Jasmine and James.
Chapter Nine; Tears
“She thinks you hate her.” Lily said as she leaned her head back against the cushions and massaged her aching head.
Chapter Ten; Sirius' Surprise
An idea popped into his head and he glanced towards the picture. A smile broke across his face before he got up and turned to tickle the green apple on the portrait behind him.
The Murder of James Potter
A blush rose to Sirius' face and a faint one to hers. "Oh don't worry sweets. All the girls think that."
Lily arched an eyebrow at her, “What? Why?”
Making out, or Making Up?
“Oh but they were.” Gem reflected, her eyes shining. “He was touching her face so tenderly and laughing.” She paused and slid onto the seat beside the raven-haired girl. “They’re bodies were pressed together as if they would die if they were separated. They were definitely making out.
Blood, Guilt and Tears
But Sirius didn’t care. He needed to get it out. He needed someone. Someone to hold him.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Thanks for that. But if you want me to stay here, you have to stop going to your mother’s tea parties.”
Apoligizing to Scary Shadows
He turned, “What is this?”
The Morning After
James stared after her fondly, his mind replaying how amazing it felt when she had whispered in his ear.
Change is a good thing
He leaned forward slowly. Getting closer and closer by the second.
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