" FREAK ! FRICKIN GET UP BEFORE I BRAKE YOUR DOOR ! "
Oh tuney, how i hate you sometimes. i turn over to look at my alarm clock and its fricken 4:30 in the god blessed morning. so in my well being, i grab my wand, point at my freakin door, and muffliato it. she seriously has it coming for her.
*one hour later*
i hear a soft tapping at my window, i go over and open it. And there he is. sitting in the tree, right by my window, smiling like a fool, 5:30 in the morning.
" quit your grinning and hurry up and get in before my beloved she-devil of a sister see's you " i snap. " James Potter at your command, your highness, " oh lovely. James walks over and plops down on my bed. " You do realize James that i have to pack my trunk for hogwarts. if you would like you can help. " by help i mean do most of the work. hehe, just kidding ! he cant fold or put things away if his life depended on it.
we get to work but we mostly fool around. so two hours later, i find myself putting my last quill in my trunk, shut it and locking it. I rub my hands together, and look around my room. since evrything is in my trunk, it no longer looks like Petunia came in and destroyed everything. James, ques in " I have a feeling that i didn't come here just to help you clean your room and pack. What ever do you need? " James, quite the 'gentlemen'
"Well," i sit down next to him and hand him a notebook, and a pencil, the same one's i had never used since primary school. " I need your charm and pranking wit to help me get back at my sister. I will make her life a living hell, and do my best to make it happen." We sit in silence for a few minutes. James quickly jumps up and yells " I GOT IT ! give me a minute and i'll work my magic. hehe see what i did there ? " not the time to be corny.
he runs out of the room, then two seconds later runs back and grabs his wand. classy, BANG. i run out and find its james, who broke into petunias room. i run up next to him and we start causing mayhem.
using our wands to put the bed on the roof of her room, and everything on the floor. We hear Petunia coming up the stairs. It took one look between us before we decided where to go.
We ran like the devil was chasing us to my room, out the window, down the tree, and straight into his house. we run for his room, lock the door, drop and laugh. i would have to say, mission accomplished. "Thanks james. " "No problem, anything for you my sweet Lily, "
This you see, is why i adore him. secretly. I look at my surroundings to find he has not only not packed his trunk his rooms a mess. I get down of the bed and start packing for him. He gets down to and helps me " You know you dont have to help me. " " James, its the least i can do. "
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