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Rating
Mature
Chapters
5
Words
30,899
Characters
James (II), OC, OtherCanon
Primary Relationship
James/OC
Secondary Relationship(s)
Rose/Scorpius, OC/OC, Other Pairing
Genre(s)
Fluff, Humor, Romance
Era
Next Generation
Advisory
Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme
Story Reviews
121
Status
Work In Progress (WIP)
First Published
2009-09-08 1:25am
Last Chapter
2012-02-04 9:44am
Last Updated
2012-02-04 9:44am

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 Of Miserably Ever Afters and James Potter the Second

“I’d appreciate it if you could tutor James Potter.”

Here it was, the most critical moment in all my seventeen years of perfecting sarcasm. One wrong word would have drastic consequences, including – but not limited to – the loss of my sanity.

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2 Of Demiguise Girl and Pumpkin Pie

The bottom of his stool clanked loudly against the stone floor as the Gryffindor stood up and slid over into the stool next to mine. 

And then he sniffed me.

Yeah, you read that right. He got all up in my personal space and took a big, long whiff. If you're thinking something along the lines of, "Um.. what the hell?" Then welcome to the club.

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3 Of Banshees and Scrofungulus

He sighed, like I was the one who was being difficult. Git. "I'm trying to count your freckles. Right now I'm at one hundred an--"

Oh, Rowena.

"POTTER!" I shouted, letting out a strangled noise vaguely resembling the mating call of a hippogriff in heat.

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4 Of Window Panes and Finley Bishop

Briar was flushed. Prettily. And she couldn’t keep from smiling. And fiddling with her hair.

Considering Briar normally looked about as cheerful as a Death Eater on the day the-boy-who-lived lived, I was a little terrified. There were only two plausible conclusions: either Briar had finally discovered her calling as the next Dark Lady and would soon be moving to a dark, creepy stronghold somewhere in the Himalayas to live off of protein shakes, falcon eggs, and rocks; or Finley Bishop was in town.

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5 Of Dungbombs and Butterbeer

“He better not be getting any ideas in here,” I muttered, without even meaning to.

Potter quirked an eyebrow, leering at me good-naturedly. “Is that what you think of when you come here, Cartwright? Getting hot and heavy in the stacks?”

Merlin save me.

“Uh, err, no. I’m just... worried for Briar’s... virtue.” Virtue? Oh, Rowena.

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