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Foul Play by Aetherwyn

Rating: MatureStory Reviews: 121
Chapters: 5
Words: 30899
Characters: James (II), OC, OtherCanon
Genre(s): Fluff, Humor, Romance
Era: Next Generation
Pairings: James/OC, Rose/Scorpius, OC/OC, Other Pairing
Status: Work In Progress
First Published: 2009.09.08
Last Published Chapter: 2012.02.04
Last Updated: 2012.02.04
Favorite Story Of: 262 users
Advisory: Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

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I always knew Professor Calantha had it in for me. Sure, I might've been Head Girl, but I figured my caustic quips were bound to get on her nerves sooner or later. And Merlin, was I right. Somehow I've ended up tutoring James Bloody Potter (II), who actually has the nerve to presume that I need tutoring myself... at least when it comes to matters of the heart. Pretentious tosspot.

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews Read
1 Of Miserably Ever Afters and James Potter the Second

“I’d appreciate it if you could tutor James Potter.”

Here it was, the most critical moment in all my seventeen years of perfecting sarcasm. One wrong word would have drastic consequences, including – but not limited to – the loss of my sanity.

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2 Of Demiguise Girl and Pumpkin Pie

The bottom of his stool clanked loudly against the stone floor as the Gryffindor stood up and slid over into the stool next to mine. 

And then he sniffed me.

Yeah, you read that right. He got all up in my personal space and took a big, long whiff. If you're thinking something along the lines of, "Um.. what the hell?" Then welcome to the club.

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3 Of Banshees and Scrofungulus

He sighed, like I was the one who was being difficult. Git. "I'm trying to count your freckles. Right now I'm at one hundred an--"

Oh, Rowena.

"POTTER!" I shouted, letting out a strangled noise vaguely resembling the mating call of a hippogriff in heat.

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4 Of Window Panes and Finley Bishop

Briar was flushed. Prettily. And she couldn’t keep from smiling. And fiddling with her hair.

Considering Briar normally looked about as cheerful as a Death Eater on the day the-boy-who-lived lived, I was a little terrified. There were only two plausible conclusions: either Briar had finally discovered her calling as the next Dark Lady and would soon be moving to a dark, creepy stronghold somewhere in the Himalayas to live off of protein shakes, falcon eggs, and rocks; or Finley Bishop was in town.

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5 Of Dungbombs and Butterbeer

“He better not be getting any ideas in here,” I muttered, without even meaning to.

Potter quirked an eyebrow, leering at me good-naturedly. “Is that what you think of when you come here, Cartwright? Getting hot and heavy in the stacks?”

Merlin save me.

“Uh, err, no. I’m just... worried for Briar’s... virtue.” Virtue? Oh, Rowena.

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