Track This Story: Feed
|Ch. #||Chapter Title||Word Count||Reviews|
Having a magical wall of protection around your house usually isn't an invitation for visitors.
I think I had the right to feel anxious. In front of me were the three people responsible for the killing of Voldemort. I hadn’t even started NEWT’s yet.
I doubted very much that James was going to be any help at all.
Maybe it was because this was James Potter who had yet to do one nice thing for me and constantly tried to get a reaction out of me by eternally pissing me off, and Dad, my only relative in the whole world who were in my living room talking and chatting away like best buddies.
If you’ve ever read an interview where one of your parents actually attempts to flirt printed in witch weekly with the added bonus that your existence was smoothed over and ignored then you'd understand how joyous I felt - as in, not very.
“You’re crazier than a happy dementour.”
He was interested. Now, he was interested – because I was upset.
“I’m not really sure I understand what the point is. What are you supposed to do?”
How to make a conversation between two strangers even more awkward? Serious blushing, an indefinable white substance and the smell of sour cream.
There were some definite advantages to being filthy rich.
Beginning to delve
I don’t know how exactly James had managed it, but he had somehow ensured that I was a lot more comfortable at this point.
I’m like a flaming mood ring.
"You've got to talk to me, or else I'm going to get really bored during this two hour long car journey - and you really don't want to see me when I'm bored."
A whole corridor to choose from and he had to act inconspicuous in my space, whilst breathing on me?
“As long as you admit your face is a genetic malfunction.” James said cheerfully.
“If you wanted me to join, you should have just asked.”
"You know I don’t really care about your dreams, yeah?”
“Fine,” James said, rolling his eyes overdramatically, “I’m sorry, now can I please see whether your tea leaves spell out ‘CASSIE WILL MURDER YOU’ so we can all move on from the messy business?"
“That’s the best blush yet!”
“I thought you wanted a reaction,” I hissed.
“It’s never too early for the Potter experience.”
JOIN HARRY POTTER FANFICTION
Get access to every new feature the moment it comes out.Register Today!