Chapter 2 : Encounters
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“I swear your house hates me.” Dom muttered as she entered our common room.
Before I could reply she squealed into my ear, “I heard from Nott who heard from Brown, who heard from Clark, who heard from...”
“Oh my god! Get to the news already.” I interrupt, knowing that Dom would have kept going forever.
“There’s double chocolate frosting cake for breakfast. AND IT’S COVERED WITH SMARTIES!”
“No way!” I cried with fake enthusiasm.
“We have to get there before the others get to it.” Dom being unfamiliar with sarcasm exclaimed.
“Morning girls.” Cam and Dan greeted simultaneously as we rushed to their sides.
“Saved you a plate Dom.” Cam slid the plate to her and watched as she devoured every single crumb. I smiled goofily at the site and took a seat next to Cameron.
“You never save me anything.” Daniel complained as he chewed the pieces of toast that threatened to fall from the corner of his mouth. Juice droplet also ran aimlessly down his chin as he attempted to pout sulkily.
“You’re the one we hide it from.” I tossed him several tissues. “If you stopped eating, we would be able to end world starvation.”
Cameron spectated between Dan and I. “You guys have very similar features,” he concluded.
I gasped at Dan who grinned sleepily while he displayed his perfectly chocolate-coated teeth to us.
“We look nothing alike!” I cried in horror.
“Right!” Dom, Dan and Cam muttered in-sync.
I sighed and noticed how Dom continued to read Hogwarts A History again, for the millionth time.
Meanwhile, Dan and Cameron started another boring conversation about something boring. No one else seemed to have noticed the fact that James Potter sat himself down opposite from me. “Greetings everyone. Isn’t this a pleasant morning”
“Was,” I subconsciously corrected, “Was a pleasant morning.” I glanced up, mouth filled with cereal, and met his enchanting eyes.
“Nice look.” he smugly commented, pointing at the milk dripping from my mouth, “What are you going for? The bitchiness look?”
Dan planted his head into his hands.
“Oh my god, you’re right. However, everyone here calls it the James Potter look!” I snapped right back, noticing how Dom was smiling adoringly. What was her deal? What was my deal, when did I become so... so bitchy?
“Ouch,” James smirked as he began to stack his plate with food. He glanced up at me raising his eyebrows in confusion, “What? Captivated by my beauty?” he innocently questioned?
“Why on Earth are you sitting here?” I tried to be polite but failed miserably as my toned was simply harsh.
He cleared his throat and smiled warmly to the rest of us. “Some would call this eating breakfast.”
“I know that, but why with us?” I fingered to the four of us.
“Yesterday a charming person made me realize how I should get to know the people in my year and house. I have decided to start my journey on getting to know others, with you.” he smirked as he popped a grape into his mouth. Chewing delicately he continued. “This month is dedicated to you.”
“I’m flattered, really but I can assure you that there are many other interesting girls who would die for your given attention.”
“True, but I have taken an interest in you already.” James gives him an amused.
“For five yea…” James smacked Dan right in the head before he could finish his muttering. Dom giggled.
I, for one, was beyond furious. “Look Potter!”
“James. Call me, James.” His eyes were laughing at me. I felt sick.
Others are now engrossed with our commotion. They were staring openly not even having the decency to hide it. Seriously, at least try to cover it!
“Potter.” I emphasized, slower and harder. “You can’t just show up here whenever you like.” James stared at me intently, chin leaning against his folded hands.
Before he can even put together another pathetic respond, Fred joined us, “Morning everyone.” After inserting himself between Cameron and I, he stole my plate and filled it up with chicken wings.
“Excuse me!” I complained, trying to reclaim my plate.
“Hey April!” Do you know what I did last night?” I quizzically stare at him and wait for him to continue. “I looked up at the stars, and matched each one with a reason why I love you.” Dang, I should have seen that coming.
“Look Fred.” I cried, pointing to the enchanted ceiling above us. “I’m matching each star with the number of brain cells you have.”
He narrows his eyes. “There are no sta...” I watch as my insult slowly sinks into his empty brain. “Hey!” Everyone broke into laughter.
Feeling too pressed against Fred, I move away from him only to collide with Louis. “Good morning beautiful.” he greeted, draping an arm around me. “Not that I mind, but why are we sitting here?” he furrows his brows and waited for James to answer.
“That’s exactly what I’ve been asking?” I yelled, throwing my hands up in frustration. “I blame it all on Daniel!” Everyone looked at Daniel who simply shrugged and continued to eat.
James chuckled, and then pointed his fork at me. “I’m sitting here till she decides to tell me her name and also because it’s get to know April month.”
“Both Louis and Fred said it. What are you, deaf?” I retorted, grabbing a strawberry from Louis’s plate.
“I zoned out, Can’t you just tell me.” Get use to it Potter boy, you can’t get your way all the time.
“You can’t always get what you want!” I send him a sly smile and watched his smirk deflate. Ha! “Let’s see how long it takes you to figure out my name! None of you guys can tell him!”
“April Rose.” Professor McGonagall called, handing me my timetable.
“0.1 seconds.” Fred informed, checking his imaginary watch on his wrist. “James wins.”
“Damn!” I cursed under my breath before I threw an apple at James’s head. He caught it without difficulties and took a bite from it. Grinning brightly he boasted, “What were you saying... April?”
“Whatever.” I muttered, grabbing my timetable from Professor McGonagall. “I’ve got to go. This was an interesting, yet once again, torturous encounter.” I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked briskly away.
“I’ll come with you Ape. I’m done here.” Cameron came to my side and led me away from the Great Hall.
“I’ll see you later Dom” I called out to Dom who was back to reading her textbook. Ravenclaws, such nerds!
Taking a glance over my shoulder, I caught those emerald eyes staring at me curiously. Raising my eyebrows simply caused James to laugh and wave back to me while deliberately biting another chunk out of the apple. I glared back at him, only making him laugh harder. Charming.
I headed to my first subject, potions where majority of the students are already seated.
Cameron and I sat us in the middle row. “I can’t believe you made Daniel teach you Quidditch.”
“I know.” I’m proud of myself too.
“Poor Dan.” I smacked him lightly on his arm.
“Welcome back everyone.” the teacher addresses. “Most of you know I’m Mrs Driscoll. Today I’m going to start with a simple sleeping draught.” she flicked her wand that began distributing our new textbooks to us.
“At page 240, the instructions are distinctly written” I picked up my potions book and flipped to the page. “Follow the instructions carefully and you’ll be finished in no time.”
I scribbled the notes the teacher wrote up on the board. After most of the students have copied the work, Mrs. Driscoll spook to the class again.
“Before you leave into your respective areas, I’d like to announce your partners for the year.” I drew in a breath. I was always with Cameron. It was our only class together. Our old teacher allowed us to choose our own partners.
I pretended to weep when Cameron got partnered up with Ally Jones. He smiled disappointedly and headed towards his new partner. Stupid blondie! Stole my partner. I take that back, she could be good-natured, kind-hearted, polite, funny....
I finally came to a decision to relax and stop complimenting Cams new partner who caught me smiling at her creepily. The kind of smile Filch gives to McGonagall. She probably thought that
I was some stalker out to get her.
I decided to think positively. Everyone here was capable of being a friendly, hard-working partner.
“April Rose and James Potter.”
“Liar!” I scolded myself.
Hearing that James Potter is my partner for the entire year felt like I was stunned with Avada Kedavra. That would be my preferable alternative.
I could literally feel his smile poking me from behind. Gloating at this unfortunate turn of event. “But Professor!” I objected.
“No changing seats for the year.” she sternly interrupts me.
“I object!” she smiled and turned back to her work.
I turned around slightly depressed and hesitantly placed my books next to his.
“Well well, we meet again April.” James teased.
I peeked at Cameron who was happily following the instructions with his partner. There’s nothing you can do now! Be the sensible one Ape.
“Look Potter, I want to pass Potions like I have for every other year.” I informed firmly. “If I fail because of you, I swear I will curse you until your own mother won’t be able to recognize you.”
James snorted and jumped from his seat. “I guess we should get started then. Can’t get this pretty thing ruined,” he stated, pointing to his face.
Now it’s my turn to snort and follow him to the fetch the ingredients.
“Look Potter, it says to put two spoonful’s in!” I exclaimed, shoving the book in front of his bloody face. He is such a stubborn brat. “You dumped the whole bottle in!”
“I’m telling you Ape...”
“Don’t call me that!” I sneered, threatening the knife to his chest.
“April, we read the book incorrectly. We were supposed to put the plant in before the unicorn horn. We have to add them in now.” James grabbed a bunch of herbs and started throwing them into the cauldron. “It’s working,” he screeched in delight.
“No it’s not!” I grasped an unlabeled bottle and threw in a handful of contents. Our muddy gunk started to change to a rosy pink colour. I beamed with satisfaction; it is exactly the colour the book described.
“Are you crazy.” James bellowed, gripping the frog’s eyeballs and dumping them with a splash into the cauldron. I gasped and pushed him aside. James, being stronger, pushed me with ease, adding more unnecessary crap into the caldron.
“Potter! The colour is nothing to what the book describes it to be.” I yelled, pushing his shell-shock face aside. As I followed his horror-struck eyes, I noticed that bubbles were erupting hastily from our cauldron.
As Professor Driscoll came to a halt in front of our table with a thrilling expression, James and I took slow steady steps away from the table. We watched as the teacher smiled brightly, peered into our cauldron and studied our potion.
“Maybe you should step away Mrs...” James began to advise, but she had cut him off abruptly.
Oh no, this can’t end well!
“What are you guys up too?” Just as she finished that sentence, the moldy green potion exploded and drenched Professor Driscoll from head to toe.
“…from the caldron.” James finished.
Could have warned her earlier wanker!
Swiping the liquid from her eyes, she snatched the tissue I offered, roughly.
Sneering at James and I, Mrs. Driscoll spat menacingly, “Detention tonight, both of you.”
She charmed herself clean and headed for the next table.
“We’re going to pass April. For sure we are.” James assured wittily.
“This was all your fault Potter.” I screamed, stabbing my finger into his chest.
“If you want to touch me just do it. No need to find excuses,” he answered cockily, grinning crookedly back at me.
I growled. “This is the first detention I’ve ever got before. It is all because of your stupidity that I’m going to fail potions!” I walked into the Gryffindor common room with Potter on my trail. “You big headed two face creature,” I accused, poking my finger at his direction. He leaned back surrendering with his hands in the air. “You don’t even care! All you do is waste your time perfecting your face.” I fell on the couch at the Gryffindor common room, exhausted from yelling at him.
My head shot up as I heard the light sound of James’s laughter. “Your funny April.” he looked at me from under his eyelashes, smiling slyly. “I’m glad we met, this year is going to be so much fun with you around.”
I pulled myself up and snickered “Whatever Potter. As usual, I don’t know what you’re on about.” I watched him lean back into his chair. “I don’t think we’ll be hanging out at all.”
“Oh yes we will.” he replied grinning like a love struck boy. I don’t even have an answer for him; I just stood glowering at him.
“You should try for Quidditch,” he stated out of the ordinary.
“Huh?” I replied, clearly not understanding the language he spoke.
“Try-out-for Quidditch.” he broke down very slowly. “You know, the sport where you ride on brooms, throw the quaffle and...”
I threw a book to his face. Catching it on time his eyes widen. “See. You’d make a decent chaser! You always aim perfectly at my face.”
“Anyone can throw Potter. Besides, Quidditch and I aren’t really best friends.” I lied, once again lying back on the couch.
I actually grew to love Quidditch over the summer, but I’ve heard enough rumors to know that having James Potter as your captain was living hell.
“I hear differently from your brother.” he smirked.
“Fine, I like to play.” I told truthfully. “But I refuse to play because you’re the bloody Captain.” I blurted.
“What’s wrong with me?” He gasped, slightly offended.
I raised my eyebrows and give him the ‘Isn’t it obvious’ look. Sighing, I lamely rambled. “I just don’t want to Potter.”
Finding that this discussion is going nowhere, I pulled out parchment from my bag and started with the two-foot essay assigned in class.
“I guess you don’t have to then, if you’re scared,” he muttered exceptionally aloud.
My head cracked up to meet his face. “Scared?” I questioned, managing to lift an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I understand that you’re scared of the crowds, the pressure, teachers and me.” he shrugged and got up from his chair.
“You think I’m scared of you?” I said darkly, placing my quill and parchment aside.
“You just said that you won’t play Quidditch if I’m the Captain and besides, it’s either you’re scared, or you’re trying to resist my charms by keeping your distance.” My mouth hung open at the lack of brain cells in this guy’s head. I felt sorry for him.
James turned on his feet and walked towards the boy’s dorm.
“What time are the bloody tryouts James!” I demanded, halting him at the entrance of the common room.
“Change your mind so quickly.” he teased.
“I’m going to help set your mind straight. You’re delusional to think that I’m afraid of you and your conceited to think that I’m attracted to your charms.” I glowered at him.
“We’ll just play along with your scenario for now. Quidditch tryouts are on Saturday after lunch. I’ll put you down for chaser.” He walked briskly out of the room, leaving me astonished. Kill him when you have the opportunity April!
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