Chapter 11 : The One Where I Find Out Why James Was Up All Night
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“I have got to tell you the funniest thing that James said to me,” I told Michelle with a laugh myself as she walked into the dormitory - Quidditch training must have been cancelled due to the storm that was raging outside. I couldn’t stop giggling about it all day, it was so funny and I hoped that if she heard it, it would cheer her up.
“Abigail, at this moment in time I really don’t care what your precious James had to say about anything,” Michelle told me angrily, throwing her bag onto the floor and pushing her hands through her blonde hair.
I stopped in my tracks at her behaviour, feeling a little like she had slapped me. What had gotten into her?
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked her, not liking that she was taking whatever anger she was feeling out on me. I hadn’t done anything wrong, I just wanted to share something funny that had happened with her, my supposed best friend.
“You wanting to talk about James all the time, it’s getting on my nerves,” she told me, not even bothering to turn around and face me as she spoke. I could feel myself becoming hurt at her words and also beginning to feel angry myself. “How about you and James become best friends? You clearly don’t need me anymore, do you? You ignore me half the time just so you can see your precious ‘boyfriend’,” she snapped at me.
I gave a frown as her words processed in my head. When did I ever ignore her or leave her just so I could go and talk to James? I only talked to him outside of lessons if he came up to me. I was a bit intimidated by his friends, especially Barry and Elijah, as we didn’t exactly have the best of interests in each other. In fact, I still wanted to hurt them for the prank and cruel trick that they played on me and James, but I must admit that it did bring out the good thing that was me and James talking. That I wanted to thank them for, but I didn’t want them to think that putting a love potion in someone’s drink was the right thing to do. I was in a bit of a catch-22.
I didn’t even know how to respond to Michelle, who was sitting on her bed now, her back to me whilst she flicked through the pages of her magazine angrily. I watched the back of her head for a few moments, before I decided that I wasn’t going to sit in the dormitory with a girl who was angry at me, for what I considered to be no real reason. I gave a sigh after a few moments and decided to pick up my school bag, shoving a few comics into it, that I had been reading at night times. I most certainly wasn’t going to hang around and made out to be the bad guy in this made up situation that Michelle had dragged us both into.
“I know that you’re annoyed because you can’t go to Quidditch practice, but do not take it out on me because it’s torrential raining outside,” I growled out before I could stop myself and left the room, slamming the door behind me and not caring that I could have broken it.
Man, that felt good.
Although I did feel a bit guilty at the way that I just behaved. I was no different to her; just as childish and I knew that I would be the one to go back and apologise.
Seriously, life, if you would like to give me a backbone at some point I would be more than happy!
I strolled down to the library as I tried to stop thinking about my short and yet annoying argument with Michelle. I didn’t want to be thinking about it all day and end up dwelling on something that I apparently had no control over. It wasn’t my fault that her Quidditch practice was cancelled, I certainly didn’t control the weather.
The library was the place that I had decided to take my refuge, surprisingly; even though the rain outside was absolutely chucking it down, not many people had sought the comfort and sanctuary of the library. I meandered through the room as I tried to find a seat to take that would take Michelle a while to find if she decided to come down and apologize to me. I almost laughed at myself for even thinking that she would apologise to me.
Taking a seat next to a window, I pulled out my comic book, looking out of the window for a moment and onto the school grounds, seeing that the rain was causing massive puddles to form on the grass and over the pavements, and feeling sorry for anyone that was caught out in the downpour. I witnessed a few people running across the field and jump in the puddles before they ran off laughing.
Giving a smile I settled in the chair that I was sitting in and let myself get lost in the world that my wonderful father had imagined. ‘Minister of Destruction’ was one that I would find myself going back to again and again. It was my favourite out of them all and I had decided to begin rereading them all from the beginning; in fact, I had asked my dad to send me my copies that I had left at home, just so that I could read them. Thankfully they arrived the next day and I had been spending all of my free time reading them.
I chanced a look up randomly and I was glad that I did, as I saw James was walking towards me, a smile on his face as he waved at me. I placed the comic under a book that had been left on the table by the previous students, not wanting him to laugh at me for reading comic books. It was silly, I know, but James’s opinion of me really mattered to me.
I could hear my father’s voice in my head as I thought of how silly I was to hide something I loved. ‘Don’t change yourself to suit someone that you fancy, otherwise they’ll never know the real you and you’d have to keep pretending to be something that you’re not.’
He was right, but I just didn’t want James to know that about me yet.
“Mind if I take a seat?” he asked me as he pointed down at the empty chair on the other side of the desk.
“That’s fine, I was just alone anyway,” I told him, waving my hand dismissively, “What are you doing here? Where have your friends got to? Did you not want to hang around with them?”
“They’re being boring, to be honest, and William has gone off to ‘talk’ to some girl in Gryffindor. I use the word talk loosely, there shall be no talking," James said, shaking his head, “So I thought I would walk around the library like the cool person that I am, and that is when I saw you sitting at a table on your own.”
He looked around the library for a sign of someone before looking back at me.
“No Michelle?” he asked me curiously, “I thought that you would both be in here together.”
I rolled my eyes and let out a groan at his question. “We’re not exactly speaking at this moment in time, we had a bit of an argument. Michelle stopped talking to me for some stupid reason, but it doesn’t matter, we’ll be friends again by the end of the day anyway.”
“Oh, that’s a - er - a lovely and healthy friendship that the two of you have,” James said, sucking a breath through his teeth as he raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly, as though he didn’t really understand it but wasn’t going to say anything.
“So, what were you reading when I was coming over here? Some sort of girly magazine?” James asked, leaning forwards to grab hold of the comic book that I had hidden under the book. I felt my eyes widen as he grabbed it before I could stop him. I tried to grab his hand, but he was too quick. He laughed at my abysmal attempts at stopping him and looked down at the comic, his eyes widened slightly and another grin crossed his face quickly.
“You can’t be serious,” he said as he took in the front page of the comic book in his hands. He let out a laugh before he could stop himself.
I felt embarrassment beginning to crawl its way through my veins as I felt my face flushing. I reached forwards and grabbed the comic from him to put into my school bag and wonder how I was going to run out of here. I had just ruined whatever this was, as he was going to think that I was some sort of nerd for liking Wizarding comic books. I could feel myself getting myself into a state over the whole thing, blinking back the tears that had begun to prickle at my eyes.
“No, no, I don’t mean it like that,” James said, stopping me by grabbing for my hand; the shock of him holding my hand did the job of distracting me and I looked up at him. “That came out all wrong and I apologise entirely. Please don’t think that I was laughing at you.”
He let go of my hand and reached down to grab his own bag, that I didn’t even see him arrive with. He pulled out a comic book and slid it to me across the table; I took it and gave a small laugh of my own in disbelief. He had handed me a copy of ‘Minister of Destruction’, but the latest edition of it. I looked up at him with my mouth open wide.
“Did you just really do this? Have you really just shown me a copy of this? You’re not joking?” I asked him, unsure if this was actually happening, I had to have been dreaming. This wasn’t believable, James couldn’t like the same things that I did.
“It’s not a joke, I do really love comic books. That’s what I was doing when I was awake the entire night the other day. I was reading this,” James said, pointing at the comic and giving a proud smile. I had to admit that he looked quite cute when he was this happy.
I realised that James was right; the comic would have been sent to him at dinner time, whereas mine was sent the day before by my father. Not that I told James that, but then again I never believed in a million years that James would love comic books so much. There was so much we had in common and we didn’t realise it until we began talking to each other.
“So, yeah, now you know the real reason. I wasn’t with a girl or a guy or anyone else. I was in bed, reading this by wand light and basically fan girling over it.”
I smiled and shook my head. “I can’t imagine you fan girling over something. It doesn’t seem like something that you would do.”
“I can assure you that it is very much something that I would do,” James told me with a laugh.
“So, how long have you been reading them for?” I asked him in excitement. I still could not believe it, James was actually sharing the same interest as me, he was actually coming off as big a fan as I am over comics.
“Since I was quite young actually,” James admitted to me with a smile. “Whenever I used to stay over my Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione’s house, Uncle Ron would read them to me. It started off with ‘Muggle Man’ and it just escalated since then. Whenever Aunt Hermione would take us to Flourish and Blotts down Diagon Alley, we would both be in the section that these were all in. We could spend all day there. But a few years ago I fell in love with this series, ‘Minister of Destruction’. The creator of this is a genius. I had to, of course, read them in secret and hide them from my mother, especially as they’re not exactly suitable for younger audiences. But my obsession has been growing for years now and I try to read whatever ones I can, especially when it’s written by Colin Deacon. I love that man so much,” James stated, looking fondly down at the comic book in his hand. I felt my heart stop at his words as my stomach squirmed unpleasantly.
I didn’t know what to say; did he know that he was my father? Is that why he wanted to talk to me suddenly and try to become my friend? Because of whom my dad was? I swallowed and tried to calm myself down; there was no way that he could know.
“I wish I knew who he was,” James stated, as if reading my thoughts. “But he’s writing under an alias. I can understand completely; with crazy fans out there, it’s no wonder he tries to protect his identity and his privacy, as well as his family's. My father tried to protect us from everything when we were growing up, well, as much as he could do. I just wish that I could meet Colin Deacon and shake his hand, tell him how awesome he is and that he’s my idol. But he’s like a superhero himself, keeps his identity a secret.”
I smiled at James’ words. I had told my dad that he was a superhero many times before; he would just laugh and shake his head at me before telling me that superheroes had powers, and he didn’t really have those powers.
“I do like his comics, he does some really good work,” I said to James. He didn’t seem like he knew who my father was. Surely if he did, he would have said something before now, or at least call me up on the fact that he was my father. Maybe my father’s secret was going to remain a secret? The only person who knew my father’s job was Michelle, the others had never asked.
“I think I have almost everything that he's ever written, except some of the earlier issues of’ Minster of Destruction’. I did have them, but Albus accidently spilt his drink over them. I could have killed him, actually I was going to but my father stopped m,.” James said, shaking his head. “I think that was the worst day of my life, you know after Albus’s birth, of course, but only because that meant that I wasn’t an only child anymore.”
James looked down at his watch and gave a loud sigh; he didn’t seem to notice that I was barely contributing to this conversation at the moment. I bet that was because he was too busy ‘fan girling’ over my dad.
“Why does time go so quickly when you’re having fun?” James asked me and I shrugged. “I need to get going, I promised that I would go down and visit Hagrid for a while.” He took his own comic and gently put it into his bag. “I would invite you, but Hagrid's making cakes and there’s only enough for millions of people, but like the fat pig that I am, I want to eat them all.”
I rolled my eyes, but laughed anyway. “What a nice person you are.”
“Are you going to be here later? I might pop back and we can talk about comics more,” James asked me, he couldn’t seem to keep the grin off of his face. “All of my friends laugh at me for my love of them, apart from William of course, but I don’t think he has a sense of humour really? He’s always so serious.”
“I might be, unless Michelle begins to talk to me again whilst you’re gone, which I am highly doubting to be honest,” I admitted, knowing that with Michelle it could be any time before she would ‘forgive me’ - either a matter of minutes or hours, depending on how annoyed or upset she was over the whole situation.
“We really need new friends, Abigail,” James said, shaking his head as he stood up and placed his backpack over his shoulder. I gave a laugh at his words; we did indeed need better friends, ones that wouldn’t stop talking to us or laugh at us. Although James should keep William, maybe get rid of Barry and Elijah.
“Maybe we should hold auditions?” I joked.
“Well, if you do decide to hold auditions then you should let me know and I’ll audition for the role of friend, unless...” He stopped for a moment and a serious look crossed his face, “You have a really protective boyfriend around that I don’t know about, who will not be happy to know that I plan on being good friends with you?”
I felt shocked at his words; what would have made him think that I had a boyfriend? Although to be fair, we didn’t really know a lot about each other, did we?
“There’s no boyfriend,” I told him, feeling a bit embarrassed about the fact that I didn’t have a boyfriend. I didn’t think that I was cool enough to have a boyfriend.
James gave a coy smile at my words and I thought that I saw relief wash over him. I was obviously just imagining it; I wanted him to be relieved that I didn’t have a boyfriend, I wanted him to admit that he liked me and wanted to audition for more than friends - wow, where did that come from?
James nodded, the smile was still on his face before he glanced behind him and turned around quickly. “Shit, I’ve really got to go. My Quidditch captain has just walked in and he’s going to probably shout at me for not resting fully the day before our ‘big match’, blah, blah, blah,” James added, holding his hands up and mimicking someone talking with them.
“So, I’ll catch you later on, Abigail. Don’t forget to let me know what scene you want me to act out in the friendship audition.” He gave me a wink, which almost caused me to stop breathing, before he left the library.
How could he do this to me? Make me laugh so much as well as transforming me into a big puddle of fluff with just his beautiful smile.
Damn, I needed to get a hold of my feelings; they’re beginning to get out of control. There was nothing hidden in the meaning behind his words. He was being nice and was excited that I read comics like he did, even if he didn’t have a clue that his favourite writer and idol was in fact my father; he just liked that he had someone to talk to about it all. So why couldn’t I stop thinking about the smile and look on his face when he asked me about whether or not I had a boyfriend.
Was I reading too much into this?
A/N Am I ever able to write Michelle not being a bitch? I really don't think so. I feel sorry for Abigail, but... she gets to talk to James more.... :D
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