Chapter 5 : Glass
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Summary: She was Hogwarts' Bad Girl. He was Hogwarts' Golden Boy. All of her teacher's complained about her. All of his teacher's loved him. She stayed stayed away from the limelight as much as possible. He smiled for all the cameras. They're both stubborn, have a knack for trouble, and are training to become Aurors. Has the Ministry met it's new Auror power couple or will their differences lead to the destruction of their lives as they know it?
We may shine, we may shatter
We may be pickin' up the pieces here on after
We are fragile, we are human
We are shaped by the light we let through us
Disclaimer: Lyrics belong to Thompson Square and anyone else who has rights to their song "Glass." Anything you recognize from the harrypotter books/movies/anything else I probably didn't come up with so none of this stuff belongs to me.
Family is always complicated. The relationships, the rules, the different personalities, the varying beliefs, the opposing values—it’s all just one big mess. Family shapes everyone, whether they realize it or not. For some, their family dynamics help them to get to a better place in life. For others, they get stuck in a rut from their family and end up living on the couch or joining a gang.
Relationships are complicated enough with friends and boyfriends but when you are related to someone you can’t pretend that they don’t exist or break up with them, you just have to deal. For people with a small family it might be that their parents are too involved in their life or that their brother never gives them the time of day. For people with larger family’s it might be that their cousin starts dating their ex or their aunt obviously prefers one of their siblings. And for people with mixed families it could be that their stepmom tries too hard to be a friend or that their stepdad always tries to act like he is their real dad.
Different personalities are inevitable in a family, whether it is a newly married couple with no kids or a family with seven kids. Sometimes one person is extremely extraverted while another is shy. Sometimes there is one sibling who is smart and driven while another sibling lives with their head in the clouds. Or, perhaps most commonly, when two people in the family are very alike and they feel as though they have to compete for the attention and praise.
Beliefs of children are often similar to the beliefs of their parents. After all, if someone has heard that the Tale of the Three Brothers is true since they were born chances are they will believe it as they get older. Of course, beliefs do change and that is usually when the problems start to arise.
During Christmas time a lot of families have big get-togethers. When all of the kids are under eight years old there’s not usually a problem but as soon as one of them finds out that Santa Clause isn’t real they probably won’t want to keep it to themselves. So the other kids will either start crying because the rogue kid just ruined all their dreams or they will get mad because their cousin or sibling is telling ‘lies.’ Once the kids get a few years older the problems are more likely to be in terms of one person believing that a guy or girl is their soul mate while their parents, siblings, cousins, or grandparents believe that he or she is the worst scum to walk the earth.
This is where values come in. Values are influenced by family but they can’t be programmed into ones head like beliefs can be. Values stem from experiences, many of which contain family. Some people value family because they grew up in a warm and happy home. Others value family because their family was always disconnected. Some people value money because they grew up in poverty. Other’s put money at the bottom of their priority list because they grew up knowing that money can’t buy everything.
Personally, I think that family playing a part in how you live your life is inevitable but I also think that blaming family for the way your life turns out is pure BS. People can come out of the exact same home and live completely different lives.
To me, family has always been like a test. You get put in tough situations and have to deal with more issues than Ask Amy in Witch Weekly but it’s up to you to decide how you are going to handle it. It’s not so much about who the family is as it is about how you deal with the family dynamics.
At the end of the day, family is just one big mess. There’s no such thing as a perfect family, all anyone can do is try to navigate through all the shit, doing their best to guess where the hidden rocks are so that they don’t slip and get a concussion. Ultimately, everyone is bound to fall down at some point and no one is going to escape without a few permanent scars.
* * * *
I’m taking the day off Wednesday because Mya and Liam both have appointments and I don’t want to have to sit in on either of them. Want to get lunch?
Sounds good. I have to be back by two so maybe 11:30-12:00ish?
Sure, I’ll meet you at the Ministry
You can wait at the fountain or come up (down?) to the second floor. Make your first right and then turn left and go all the way to the back. See you soon!
“You know we have three hours before the meeting, right?” Kyle asked, watching as I tried to race through my work.
“Yeah, but I have lunch plans and I wanted to get home early,” I explained, my eyes still flitting over the page.
“That’s five hours work at least,” Kyle said, looking at the stack of folders.
“I know,” I sighed. “That’s why I’m trying to get through them now.”
“Taylor,” Teddy called, walking out of his cubicle. “Come with me.”
I glanced at Kyle but he just shrugged so I pushed back my chair and followed Teddy to the opposite end of the hallway where he tapped his wand in a strange pattern. In the three weeks I have been working at the Ministry Teddy has remained the one in charge of showing me around and teaching me the ropes. As he stowed his wand away the two paintings that stood next to each other parted ways and revealed a lift that was completely empty, a stark contrast to the regular lift.
“What’re we doing?” I asked, stepping in after Teddy who hit the only button available. The paintings slid back into place and the lift started rising.
“Filing papers,” Teddy said. “We have a system that you need to learn. I’d have James do it since I’m about to leave but the last time he was in here…well, it’s not really a feasible option to have him come up here between 9 and 12 on Mondays, Thursdays, and Sundays.”
“Got it,” I said, nodding my head as though I understood. Which, by the way, I totally didn’t.
“Hello Phillip,” Teddy greeted an old black man sitting at a table just outside the lift. “How are you?”
“Not too bad,” the man, Phillip, growled out, his gaze cutting sharply to me.
“She’s with me,” Teddy told him, passing off his wand as ID. I still found it strange that they use wands at the ministry. It always makes me nervous, giving someone else my wand. I can’t shake the feeling that they are going to take it and run or jump me. I don’t like not having it on me, even for a few minutes.
When my friends and I used to go into Hogsmeade we never gave our wands for ID’s and they never asked. Nobody who went to those clubs would dare hand off their wand to a stranger so instead they had us step onto a platform that announced the person’s age. We became extremely good at aging potions when we started busting in. Of course, you always had to be on alert because when patrollers come through you have to pass them your wand which can give you away. Trick wands come in handy there.
“Everything is supposed to be alphabetical,” Teddy explained, leading me through the endless rows of files. “But naturally it gets messed up quite a bit. A few years ago they started changing the system so that it was all by date but they stopped about halfway through and then changed about half of the half they had changed back.”
“Huh?” I asked, not following him.
“The files are a mess,” Teddy clarified. “When you’re looking for papers you have to search alphabetically and by date. When you’re filing a paper go through and put it as close to the spot it should be in as you can.”
I nodded and looked around. There were fake windows in here too but outside it was almost blindingly sunny and the trees weren’t swaying in the wind as they were down a few levels. As we got closer I noticed people walking by in little sundresses, holding shopping bags and dog leashes.
“Teddy?” I asked tentatively.
“Yeah?” he replied, preoccupied scanning the letters on each of the boxes.
“Are we…above ground?”
“What?” Teddy said, pulling a long ladder that slid on a mini train-track towards him. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that. See the Ministry of magic was originally built underground and when they expanded they kept expanding down or to the side. Everyone expects the most sensitive information to buried down in the ground so what better way to hide it then put it where they least expect to find it?”
“But couldn’t someone break in?” I asked him. “I mean, isn’t it a bit…vulnerable here?”
“Well it’s hidden from Muggles,” Teddy said, climbing the ladder as he continued to search for the right box. “It’s like the Leakey Cauldron where they just think that it’s some old, abandoned building and it never crosses their mind to come in.”
“And Wizards?” I asked.
“They can see it,” Teddy said. “But they don’t know what it is and on top of that, it’s loaded down with protective enchantments. You can’t get in or out of here unless you go through the Auror department. Rumor has it there’s an escape route and there probably is but no one’s found it in centuries. Some people say it’s like the Chamber of Secrets all over again.”
“But the Chamber of Secrets did exist,” I pointed out.
“Exactly,” Teddy grinned.
“Huh,” was my only response as I looked around the storage room again, seeing it in a new light.
“Oh no,” Teddy said, watching me.
“What?” I asked in the innocent voice I had mastered at Hogwarts.
“I know that look,” he said, sounding resigned. “It’s the same one James gets every time there’s something to find. Everyone’s looked at one time or another. James got carried away with his search which is why we don’t let him in here with Phillip anymore.”
“So even you looked?” I asked as he led the way back to the lift.
“Sure did,” Teddy said. “And I’m not naïve enough to think that you won’t but keep in mind that some of the brightest witches and wizards have searched and not found a single thing. Thanks Phillip.” Phillip just grunted in response and continued reading The Dailey Prophet. That was dated two years ago.
“Is he…with it?” I asked Teddy as the lift started to descend.
“Not completely,” Teddy admitted. “But he was a great Auror in his day and the department is pretty much all he has so they moved him to Guard Duty when it was time for him to retire. Harry hasn’t had the heart to fire him and keeps insisting that if he ever does have to deal with an attack he’ll be able to subconsciously know what to do.”
“And everyone goes along with it?” I asked as we stepped out and the pictures moved back together.
“Well he is Head,” Teddy shrugged. “Besides, the only way in is through our department and they only use him during the day. You’ll have Guard Duty eventually as well but you’ll have it at night with another Auror or two. I’ve never had anything happen at night except for when James and Kyle tried to bust in and scare me last year.”
Back in the secluded area where my desk is, there’s not a lot of action. When Kyle and James are in the same place it’s not exactly peaceful but it’s like we have our own little sanctuary, hidden by the maze of cubicles that surround us. True to Teddy’s prediction the qualified Aurors aren’t around much. I met each of them briefly but for the most part they seem to hang out in other people’s cubicles or work at their desk as I’m about leaving for lunch or come in as I am getting ready to go home.
The main drag of the Auror cubicles is always a bit noisier. Aurors are asking each other for opinions on leads, bouncing ideas for where culprits would go, or just hanging out in others cubicles having finished a recent mission, not wanting to take care of filing every detail.
It was barely 11:30 when Teddy and I arrived back on the normal Auror floor and I assumed that I would be able to at least finish the deposition I was reading before Tyler arrived but as I made my way back towards my desk I was surprised to see him casually leaning back in the chair trying (and failing) to keep a quill balanced on his finger as it turned in a circle.
“Hey Taybear,” he exclaimed loudly, jumping up to give me hug and ignoring the glare that Abigail sent him.
“You’re on time,” I said, unable to stop the surprise from lacing into my voice.
“I have nothing to do until five tonight so I figured I might as well come here. You ready?”
“Yeah, just a sec,” I replied, opening the top drawer in my desk to retrieve my purse and a chopstick that I proceeded to put in my hair to keep it in a messy bun, sticking my wand in as well so that it they crisscrossed.
As we turned into the hallway that lead straight to the lift we crossed paths with Peter and both stopped as he and Tyler did one of their man-hugs.
“We’re going out to eat if you want something,” I told him after they were finished.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Patty’s Pizzeria,” Tyler said immediately.
“No way,” I countered. “We went there the last three times we went out. Let’s get Indian food.”
“I hate Indian food,” Tyler complained. “How about the Butterbeer Café?”
“Fine,” I conceded. “I’ve been craving a Butterbeer float anyways.”
“Bring me back a float and a Turkey sandwich,” Peter said. “I have a meeting with Harry so if you’re back within the next two or three hours I’ll probably be in his office.”
“Will do,” I agreed and we all went our separate ways.
Peter and my mum got married when I was thirteen and MegAnn was six. In a lot of ways he’s been like my dad but there’s this line that’s always been drawn in the sand because he’s not my dad. He’s been Peter since the day I met him. There’s not that awkwardness of whether he’s a parent or a friend because he’s not quite either. He’s just sort of there.
He’s much chiller than my mum and doesn’t sweat the small stuff which makes it easier to get along with him. My mum gets worked up easily and always commits 100 percent while Peter sits back and lets whatever is going to happen, happen. When I was little I liked him because he would play with me. As I got older I liked him because he let my mum parent me while he was just there to convince (bribe) me to listen to her. Even now, he never tried to overstep the boundary that I unconsciously drew. He’s never awkward and always seems to know how to handle situations without second thought. His perceptiveness can be uncanny, especially next to my mum who needs everything spelled out for her.
The Butterbeer Café was packed when we arrived and it took ten minutes to get our food which we ordered to go since there weren’t any empty tables. We carried our sandwiches and Butterbeer floats to the park three blocks away and sat down at one of the picnic tables to eat.
“So how’s training?” I asked, eating my float first because I didn’t want it to melt and quite frankly, saving the best for last is stupid. Tyler followed my lead even though he’s a firm believer in dinner before desert. Butterbeer floats are the downfall of everyone human.
“Alright,” Tyler shrugged. “The kids are bloody annoying.”
“Shut up, you know you love it,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Tyler always complains about little kids. Whether it’s his half-sister and half-brother or a random kid crying because they dropped their lollypop, he’s always ready to rant about how annoying they are but in actuality he loves kids and that’s why he chose to be a Child Healer even though he had the grades to get into any department he wanted.
“It can be alright some days,” he mildly conceded with a grin. I rolled my eyes but didn’t say anything, knowing that was as much as I was going to be able to push him.
“Fine, aside from the kids how is it?”
“Good,” he said. “I should be cleared to be on my own in the next year or so. I’m done with all the paperwork and the visits are going fine. They said I should expect to start working operations in the next few weeks. We have to cross over for that.”
“Cross over?” I asked.
“With another department,” he explained. “We start with helping on adult operations because the little mistakes we could make are easy to fix with all the healers that will be around us. On kids, one tiny spell that’s said wrong could kill them.”
“That’s…scary,” I finally replied, not having any idea how I was supposed to respond. Tyler laughed at my shocked expression.
“It’s not so bad,” he assured me before changing the subject. “I’ve heard nothing about Auror training though. And unless I’m much mistaking I saw an old Gryffindor Quidditch playing git who seriously needed to get over himself because what the hell you did was none of his bloody business.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I laughed, remembering my rant from fifth year. “But, hypothetically speaking, if you meant James he’s really not quite as bad as I originally thought he was.”
“So he’s not a prick?” Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Oh no, he’s definitely a prick,” I assured him. “He just also happens to be a pretty decent guy who I may or may not have taken my bad moods out on a few times.”
I’ve never been one for picking fights; I leave that to my friends. Instead, I rant. A lot. And when I was in school and in a crappy mood I usually ranted about James and his group of friends, if only because I actually knew Sam Wood pretty well and therefore knew what a git he was. And truthfully, as much as I say you shouldn’t judge people by who their friends are, I always assumed that his friends were like him. Though to be fair, they do seem awful similar.
It was a nice day out and the park was filled with people. It made the prospect of going back underground to the ministry a lot less appealing. I still had over an hour before the briefing so Tyler and I made our way over to two of the empty swings to enjoy the nice day.
“Have you talked to Scorpious since the whole Rose incident?” Tyler asked and I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory.
“No,” I admitted. “Is he still mad?”
“I don’t think so,” Tyler said. “I saw him about a week ago and he laughed when I mentioned it but he said he wants us to get to know her.”
“I was worried about that,” I admitted with a sigh. “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure this would last.”
“Me neither,” Tyler agreed. “I know neither of them has met the other’s family yet. Obviously she’s met us and he knows a few of her cousins but that’s about it.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” I said for what was probably the hundredth time. “The war happened ages ago. Everyone should just get over it.”
“It’s not that easy when people who fought in it are still alive,” Tyler pointed out quietly. “I think it’s going to be worse for Scorp though. Astoria gets sick of all the war drama and Draco will get over it if it makes Scorp happy but the Weasley’s…”
“Are they really that bad?” I asked, swinging slowly. I was never friends with any of them at Hogwarts. Natasha and Dominique stayed friends up until our fifth year when things went majorly south but I never talked to her much. We were on two entirely different spectrums in school.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “They’re supposed to be. Best case scenario, all of the kids have matured and the adults are able to keep their prejudice to themselves. But considering how awful the kids were to him in the beginning, I’m thinking they didn’t keep their thoughts very quiet.”
“Worst case scenario?” I asked. I like the good news first but I still want to know the bad news.
“Worst case scenario they tear him apart. Make him feel like shit and break the two of them up. Scorpius retreats back again and…” he didn’t have to finish. Hogwarts was been harder on Scorpius than any of us. When we graduated a year before him I had never been more worried. But he had held his own.
Still, I knew that if he were torn apart by Rose’s family he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“Well I guess we’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen,” I finally said, breaking our silence. “We’ll have to become friends with Rose and make sure we’re nearby when he finally does meet them properly.”
* * * *
The briefing took three hours and when it finally ended I was forced to return to my mountain of testimonies. Most people left as soon as the briefing was over and the office was pretty quiet. As always there were a few Wizards who had the night shift in case anything urgent came in but aside from a few other stragglers that was it. I sent a letter to Natasha letting her know that I would be home late so she shouldn’t wait up and sent one to my mum telling her that I couldn’t close up the shop.
Tasha sent one back saying she would probably be gone all night and my mum sent one back with a piece of cold pizza and a letter reminding me that MegAnn’s birthday was a week from Saturday and we were supposed to spend the weekend with the Davenports.
"You're here late," a voice said by way of greeting an hour later when I had finally succeeded in making the ‘finished’ pile approximately the same size as the pile I was still going through.
“I took a few hours off for lunch,” I explained, looking up to see James standing by his own desk. “What’re you doing here?”
“I forgot my wallet,” he explained, holding it up and displaying the shiny dragon leather. I nodded and turned my attention back to the depositions.
“You want some help?” he asked and I looked up again.
“Oh,” I said, caught off guard. “Well thanks but I’m actually almost finished.”
“You sure?” he asked. “It’s not like I have anything else to do on a Wednesday night.”
I’m not one for asking for, or taking up an offer of help so I’m not sure why I did this time. Maybe I’ve just gotten uncannily good at telling when someone’s had a shitty night and needs something to do that will get their mind off of it or maybe the depositions were causing my brain to not work and so I didn’t realize that something wasn’t quite right about the two of us sitting alone, late at night, with no one else around.
Either way, I broke my strict code of not taking help and staying away from any situation that could widen my purposefully small social circle.
James surprised me, though, and instead of immediately bombarding me with questions and trying to make useless small talk he just pulled up another seat and started reading one of the depositions, picking up a highlighter in case there were any red flags. His silence was slightly unnerving and strangely enough I was the one who broke the silence after we had been working for almost two hours in dead silence.
“Bad night?” I asked as I waited for him to finish the last interview. James looked at me in surprise before shrugging his shoulders.
“Could’ve been worse,” he said, returning his attention to the folder.
“Usually can be,” I nodded, pushing my chair back so that I could stretch my legs and lean back a bit.
“You know how you said that nothing about family is simple?” James finally asked as he tossed the last folder into the finished pile and capped the highlighter.
“Yeah,” I said slowly, remembering how I had used that line to avoid one of his questions my first day at the ministry.
“Well I’ve decided you were right,” he announced, sounding completely defeated as he raised his right hand to mess up his hair.
“I usually am,” I said with a shrug. “You’ll get used to it one day.”
I have a strict policy against asking people about their life. Even with my friends, I wait for them to tell me what’s going on and they wait for me to tell them. We don’t push each other and we don’t stick our nose in each other’s business. Well, unless we’re desperate for gossip or they are about to seriously mess up. After we’ve told one person, it usually only takes a few hours for the other two to know what happened on Friday night because secrets within our group are non-existent once they’ve been said out loud.
Apparently this was the night for me to ignore all of my own rules, however, so I broke the silence by asking,
“Where were you tonight?”
James looked up in surprise again and hesitated before answering.
“Having dinner at my parent’s house,” he finally replied.
“And it went badly,” I guessed, not breaking eye contact.
“My mum…” he trailed off, trying to figure out how to phrase it all. “Well, she wasn’t all that happy when I decided to be an Auror. Don’t get me wrong, she thinks it’s a great career and all but she gets really worried. She says dad’s one of the lucky ones, having survived for so long and every time there’s a close call she goes a little bit berserk.”
“So what happened this time?” I asked despite myself.
“Teddy’s in St. Mungos,” James said. “It’s not serious, it was a simple surveillance that he was doing this afternoon but he tripped one of the defensive spells. Turned out to be completely useless because the Wizard had already left but he’s unconscious and has horns at the moment. Dad laughed about it but mum wasn’t happy.”
“And she took it out on you,” I guessed again, more than a little confused.
“No, she took it out on dad,” he said. “Said it was ridiculous for people to be getting hurt like that and what would he do if it had been more serious.”
“I’m still not seeing the connection to you.”
“I’m getting there,” he said with the ghost of a smile on his face. “Teddy has been moving up in ranks quickly. Most people don’t become mentors until they’ve been full-fledged Aurors for at least ten years. She thinks he’s moving up too fast and is worried that I am too. My dad came in right after the war and she keeps insisting that what happened with them is really unusual. She’s worried Teddy’s hours will become too much with Victorie expecting and is determined that mine are going to stop me from having a life.”
“If it makes you feel any better,” I said slowly. “My mum thinks that being an Auror is the occupation of the devil and becoming an Auror was pretty much the ultimate betrayal. She didn’t talk to me for two weeks after I told her and spent the next six months trying to convince me to do something else.”
“How come?” James asked curiously.
“Because it takes up so much time and she thinks it gives people too much power before they’re ready for it.”
“And you disagree?” he asked.
“Not at all,” I shook my head. “But it’s my life and I’m going to do what I want with it. She at least gets that. She’s stopped trying to dissuade me but it’s still a touchy subject. Keeps saying she doesn’t understand why I would do this.”
“So she doesn’t get the silver letter thing?” James teased with a grin.
“Guess it’s not a hereditary trait,” I told him with a shrug and reluctant grin.
We piled up the folders and put them all on Marcus Belbey’s desk for him to look at in the morning. It was late and the maintenance staff had charmed all of the windows so that they were a midnight blue with a few bright stars that looked to be universes away. The foyer was empty when the lift doors opened. The guy manning the desk was one I hadn’t seen before and he was fast asleep with his head in his arms. No one else was nearby and the sound of my heels clacking mingled with his snores as both rebounded off the walls.
“Are you apparating?” James asked when I passed the fireplaces and started up the stairs that would lead me back up above ground.
“I think I’m walking actually,” I told him. “I’m not connected to the floo network.”
“Oh, okay,” James said, making his way over to the fireplaces.
“Hey, where do you live?” I asked, stopping half-way up the stairs.
“Just outside Diagon Alley, why?” he asked. I hesitated. I’m not usually one for initiating spending extra time with people but I felt a little guilty for being so stand-offish.
“I’m heading that way if you want to come,” I said, feeling a bit stupid. A knot formed in my stomach as I waited for his reply. It wasn’t so much that I cared what he said as I wasn’t used to doing anything that could possibly put me in a situation where I had to be friendly. At all.
“You want company?” James asked.
I wasn’t sure if he was purposefully torturing me or just annoyingly over considerate and wanted to make sure he wasn’t forcing himself on me. Based on the cocky grin he was wearing, I’d put my galleons on the former. I bit back my own smile and looked at the ceiling, torn between exasperation, annoyance, an a tiny bit of respect that he was able to beat me at my own game of making it seem like it’s completely up to the other person. Swallowing my pride I nodded.
“Company would be nice,” I said and James grinned, walking over to the stairs and taking them two at a time until he caught up with me.
I don’t know how he did it, but somehow he got me to break three of my Rules of Conduct and for some reason I didn’t take out my annoyance with myself on him which is usually a good way of making sure that it never happens again. I didn’t know why and I didn’t dare spend my time trying to figure it out. Over thinking is ten times worse than under thinking, of that I am sure.
* * * *
“James?” Ginny called softly when James got back to the house later that night.
“Hey,” James said softly, closing the front door behind him.
“Where were you?” Ginny asked.
“I stopped by the ministry to pick up my wallet,” he said, holding it up as though to show proof.
“And it took you four hours?” she asked skeptically.
“Guess so,” James shrugged and Ginny sighed.
“Look,” James stepped in, cutting her off before she had a chance to say anything. “I know you don’t like that I’m doing this and I know you think I’m ruining my life but I’m not, okay? Just trust me; it’ll be fine I just need some space. I’ll see you in the morning,” he added, kissing her on the cheek before retreating into his bedroom that was on the main floor.
He knew Ginny meant well and he knew that she just didn’t want to see him wind up miserable and alone but he had heard her every argument many times and eventually he became fed up with it. When he was at Hogwarts, a lot of people had expected him to go on to play Quidditch like Sam had but that wasn’t his thing. He had always wanted to become an Auror like his dad.
He was never a mamma’s boy growing up, that was one hundred percent Albus’ role even though he denied it. James always got in trouble and liked to experiment. As he got older, his relationship with Ginny became more and more strained. The typical time when a teenager grows apart from their parents had never ended for them. He never really knew what it was but it was something that neither of them had ever been able to bridge. Ginny was proud, James was stubborn, and both had pretty decent tempers. Admitting mistakes and acting like twelve-year-old girls making up after a fight over lip gloss wasn’t either of their fortes.
A/N: So, a lot more James/Taylor in this one and some more background. I hope you liked it but whether you did or not, please REVIEW, they give me encouragement and help me get better so don't be afraid to say what you think.
Is hiding the files above ground smart or stupid? What do you think happened with James and Phillip? Do you like Tyler? How do you think the Weasley's will react when they face Scorpius? Will Teddy be okay? And most importantly...What did you think of James and Taylor?
A/N II: Got rejected the first time becasue I had mild instead of strong language for a warning. Sorry!
And as always your sneak peak into next chapter:
“It’s okay to admit you don’t like broomsticks,” James said as we
walked, him with the broom casually hanging over his shoulder, me
holding it with two fingers as though it was a bag of dung. “You
admitted you didn’t like Quidditch the first day I met you.”
“That wasn’t the first day,” I said, ignoring his point. “I met you at
Hogwarts we just never talked to each other.”
“You always do that,” James said, shooting me an annoyed look. “Ignore
the point and never answer any questions with a real answer.”
“I’ve never lied to you,” I informed him, ignoring his unasked
question mostly to annoy him even more and if his murderous glare was
any indication it seemed to work.
“Where’re you going?” he asked with a frown as I started to move past
the Auror hall.
“To the bathroom,” I said rolling my eyes. “And yes, I really am going to pee.”
James’ annoyed comment was stopped by the two Auror’s that were behind
him, both shooting me strange looks. His face immediately changed from
irritation to trying not to laugh.
“Hello boys,” I greeted them. “There’s no need to look so shocked.
Everyone does have to pee at some point and time in their lives. Even
you will have to eventually.”
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