Chapter 4 : The Power of A Message
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"Ferris Bueller." I answered after putting my tongue back in my mouth (figuratively speaking of course).
"I love that movie!" He marveled "Cameron is definitely my favorite character!"
"Pardon my French, but you're an asshole! Asshole!" James burst laughing.
"What!" I squeaked.
Did I just squeak?
Oh my Merlin! Could I get any worse?
Arielle, calm down. breathe, breathe.
Okay I'm good.
"It's just weird to see someone like you cursing."
"Well thank you for calling me weird, ass." I smacked his shoulder that was dangerously close to mine.
"And you never answered what your movie is?"
"It's Spider-man." said James in a small voice.
"Spider-man. I always pegged you as a Superman kinda guy."
"You mean you don't care?" he looked completely shocked and sounded confused.
"Care about what? That you like spider-man? Personally I prefer Batman, but whatever."
"Spider-man could totally take Batman down!"
"First of all, Spider-man lives in New York City, and Batman lives in Gotham City, they would never come into contact. And in the event they ever did, all Spider-man could do is rap Batman in a web, which then Batman could just tear himself out of the web with his many, many weapons. So boom. Batman beats Spider-man."
"Your such a dork."
"Well so are you."
"Whatever. What Do you like to do in spare time?" asked James
"Reading. I like leaving this world sometimes and discovering what other felt in their lifetime. How they dealt will their failures or triumphs. What do you enjoy to do Potter."
He raised his eyebrows at me and I raised mine back in confirmation. "Flying. I love being about to defy gravity. The wind blowing past me, That I can see the world at a different angle."
"Wow that was deep." I said
James then took this opportunity to burst out in laughter. Man, this guy laughs a lot. "What do you want to be when you leave Hogwarts."
"A healer that goes on missions with Aurors."
"You seem sure."
"100% sure." I stated
"I still haven't decided between going into the Auror Academy or playing Quidditch. I've spoken to my parents and it's pretty much a split decision, my dad wants me to be an Auror and my mom wants me to play Quidditch. Ya know, the whole second generation following in their parents footsteps."
"Close your eyes."
"Just close your freakin eyes, James."
"Fine." He huffed.
"Now picture yourself at work in 2 years. What are you doing?"
"I don't really know. I see myself helping people, I think."
"Well there you go. James Potter is going to be an Auror."
"You do realize that I could be a Quidditch player and still help people, like donating to foundations and stuff."
"Do you really want to go in depth James because I can tell you don't like Quidditch as much as your brother and cousins do. I mean you love it, but it's not something you want to make a career out of and I think you should do something where you have the power to grow."
"Thanks." he smiled, in turn making a grin appear on my face after I regained my breath.
"Anytime. What is your favorite book?" I asked James
"The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald." he replied.
"You're shocked?" I nodded my head affirming it. He laughed. "What is your favorite novel?"
"Wicked by Gregory Maguire. I re-read it all the time." I smiled at the memories I had with the novel.
"I thought that was a musical?" said a confused James.
I laughed. I don't know why I laughed, but I did nonetheless. I guess it was because I had always pictured him as the player, not the boy who knew so much about books and musicals "The musical is based of the book, and the book is based of another book The Wonderful Wizard of Oz and it's sequels by L. Frank Baum."
I think James was amused by my little outburst of knowledge. "That makes sense."
We continued for what seemed like forever. His favorite color is Gryffindor Red. We both love the same band, a muggle group called Coldplay. He can play the guitar and the piano and he also speaks French due to his French cousins.
We talked and talked until it was pitch black outside and I'm sure we would've kept talking all night if James' whole family didn't find us. I honestly didn't even realize there was that many Weasley's. I thought there was like 8, max. But nope there is like 20.
"Why so quiet, pretty girl?" James said, kissing me on the check and sitting down next to me, pilling eggs and bacon onto the plate in front of him.
Being the goofy idiot that I am, I smiled and a blush appeared on my checks.
Stupid fucking teenage hormones.
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt," I replied.
"What?" asked Fred, sitting down across from James.
"Quote by Abraham Lincoln and It's 7 o'clock in the morning, people should not be this happy." I snapped at him
A burst of laughter erupted from Albus, who sat across from me.
I pushed James' chest back, evoking an whistle and 'ooo' from some, to look down the table and realizing the entire Wotter clan including it's affiliations were sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
I then began to ponder why all of these Gryffindor's are sitting at the Hufflepuff table.
Why are they sitting here and not at their own table?
'Cause I mean, they are GRYFFINDORS!
"Why are we sitting at the Hufflepuff table?" asked Molly, as if the Hufflepuff table was the worst thing to happen to the world.
Actually, I've seen the list that some wizard wrote a few years ago about the worst things to happen to this world, and I'll have you know Slytherin was higher on the list than Hufflepuff was.
"You do realize that the makeup on your face isn't going to fix your stupidity?" Fred replied to Molly
"I bet you were up all night coming with that one." I muttered taking out the first book in the Divergent trilogy when all heads turned in my direction in a split second.
Man, with the way they all turn their heads at once, you would think they have some sort of timer so it happens to the exact second, but that's not what concerned me.
Molly Weasley smiled at me.
"She's a keeper, James." said Hugo.
"Actually, I play chaser." I replied, to only realize he wasn't talking about Quidditch.
It's sort of a reflex to assume everything is about Quidditch.
Louis jumped up from his seat and walked over to me, getting all up in my grill, and by grill I mean by standing closely behind James and I.
I always wanted to say grill in a sentence like that.
Well actually I didn't say it, I thought it, but whatever.
You know what? I'm going to start a list of the words I've always wanted to use:
Okay, stopping now.
"I like this girl, I think I might take her for myself." Louis said to James and winking at me.
Honest time now.
I know he is veela and stuff but um, he's 13 and I'm not about to become a cougar as the muggles would say.
I raised my eyebrows and answered back "No thank you." I stood up, took my bag, walked around Louis and walked swiftly out of the hall.
Okay so maybe that wasn't the best choice to just stand up and leave, but I'm not used to all of this attention at all unless it was from my parents, let alone at once.
You know this would be a perfect time to break-out into song like those musicals my mother keeps telling me I need to stop seeing.
I don't understand why I can't try to sing One Day More from Les Mis by myself all the time.
Though, like everyone else I always fail.
I will pay big money to the first person who can do that in the future.
Anyways, I guess it's time that I tell you my talents and brace yourself because it's a long list.
Quidditch. Seriously my dad says I'm better than most people in the league today.
Triple threat, mother fucker. I mean I don't want to brag or anything but I have a pretty freaking amazing at singing let alone acting and dancing.
Like I said earlier, music was a huge part of the whole pureblood training thing. Since I my mum said I was talented, she put me in muggle singing, acting and dancing classes and I still go to them during the summer.
And you would think that with all of the human contact in the musicals and plays I was in I would have made one friend, but nope.
Sad little loner I am.
Writing is on of the few things where I excel over everyone's expectations. I shape every piece I write, whether it's for the school newspaper or a term paper into my opinion. I make people believe my point of view and Rita Skeeter once told me that's all that matters.
That woman simply adores me. I give her some information about the league and what goes on within and she brings me to Paris for muggle fashion week, she's basically family.
Fantastic woman she is.
Oh and I can kick anyone's ass and if you don't believe me, come at me bro, I will cut you, literally. Self-defense was apart of the whole training a young witch thing my parents did.
And that is the end of my spiel about how utterly fantastic and amazing I am.
While this amazing thought process is going through my head, I walked head first in something. That something being a person and the person being none other than 5th year Slytherin, Scorpius Malfoy.
"Sorry." I stuttered back "I wasn't watching where I was going." I gave him a hand, to get up but before I could, someone has screamed my name down the hall.
I helped him up, then turned to see the new person joining the party.
Oh, did I say new person? I meant new people.
Can you guess who it was?
The Wotter&Co clan...
Seriously, they really are everywhere, it's like they have a map of the castle or something so they could find anyone they wanted.
Do you know how hard that would be to have all of Hogwarts on one map?
Mental that is.
"Why are you helping this death eater!" said Fred, anger clearly seen on his features. His face turning just as red as his hair.
"I knocked into Scorpius, I was just helping him up because that's what any normal human being would do and how do you even know if he is a death eater? He is only what, 15?" I said, my eyebrows furrowed.
"His father was a death eater, so that makes him a death eater."
"So because his father was forced to help Voldemort, that makes Scorpius a death eater?" I asked
"Yes." said James "It does. Stay away from her." He growled at Scorpius. He grabbed my hand and made to pull me in the opposite direction.
I pulled my hand from his and yelled, "No!"
"What? Why?" James said back
"How can you just stand there like you did nothing wrong? You just humiliated that boy for his father's mistakes, mistakes he was forced to make! Did you not pay attention in History of Magic, or do you believe everything someone whose prejudice against purebloods has said?"
"I know you don't understand..." He trailed reaching for my hand, which I pulled away
"I'm pureblood too!" I yelled at him "My grandparents had the same views as his but the only difference was they lived in France! I could have been in the same exact position Scorpius is!"
"Why do you even care?" Hugo shouted
That's when I realized that it's not about Scorpius at all. It's just them reliving the hate between the houses.
"Do you even know that boy? Has he ever done something specifically to hurt any of you?" I said and was replied with deep breathing
"All any of you are doing is just reintroducing the riff's between the houses and making people lives at Hogwarts miserable, people who are just like me. Afraid to show everyone who they truly are in case that's not what should be, what's normal." I turned just like I did earlier and walked up the stairs to speak to an old friend of my fathers, Professor Cho Chang.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Ferri Bueller, John Huges does. The Spiderman Trilogy is not mine (no matter how much I wish), Sam Raimi holds that power. Batman was created by Bob Kane and Bill Finger. The Great Gatsby was written by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Wicked: The Life and Times of Thw Wicked Witch of The West was written by Gregory Maguire, The quote above was said by my favorite President: Abraham Lincoln. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was created by L Frank Baum and not to mention Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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