“There are some set rules the members of this team follow.”

This was starting to sound familiar.

“A Code, if you will.”

No. No. No. No.

 “You’re sounding a little angsty,” Ali said, glancing over with a smirk. “Is spoiled Potter upset he has to take ice baths?”

 I was running on adrenaline and beef sticks.
 
 

 Jonah took the seat to my left. Chloe was on my right. A giant plush bear was in front of me and it appeared I took the spot of a stuffed dragon. Sorry, mate.

So there I was. Sitting at a miniature pink table playing tea party with two children. And a bear who had a hat similar to my own.

“How do you take your tea, Jamie?”

 “She can handle it,” I said. “I trained two Beaters.”

“You told them to aim and said have at it,” Avery muttered.

“Best training they ever had,” I shot back.

 I adjusted on the sofa and snuggled in beside Avery. “I’m grounded, apparently.”

She snorted. “You are? What’s that mean?”

“Mum’s cross with me and I don’t get roast.”

 “James, at least stand up properly.”

“I am.”

“You are literally lying on the floor.”

 “What do you think?”

“This is fabric?” I blurted.

“Should I try it on?” Avery asked.

“Is that sanitary? What if other people tried it on?”

 “Then we have to make it the end,” Bink said.

“How’re we going to do that? We’re in a bathroom.”

“You’re in a bathroom. I’m trying to lure you out with my flawless prose.”

 Scorpius sighed in a manner that was very rehearsed. “Very well, Potter. I will inform the Ministry that you are unwilling to negotiate.”

“Can you hand a grown-up the phone?” I asked.

 I turned and continued up the steep staircase. “I was going to marry her, you know.”

“You did.”

“Properly,” I huffed.

“You will.”

 James Sirius Potter. Previous Chaser. Previous Gryffindor Captain. Previous unemployed bum. Previous Public Enemy Number One. Previous open-tryout-attendee.

Current Tutshill Tornados Starting Chaser.