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Chapter 15 : The One Where We Talk About The Future
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It's that time again, three days since I last updated. So, here's the chapter I promised you all. Expect the next chapter in another three days, so on the 13th. Let me know what you think!
It had been a couple of weeks since the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin and I found myself actually enjoying my time at Hogwarts. It wasn’t that I didn’t normally, but this year it was different; I actually had more friends this year. Although that wasn’t the most interesting thing that was happening this year; one of the most interesting things was the fact that Michelle and I hadn’t fallen out with each other for two weeks.
It had to be some kind of record.
Granted, we hadn’t been hanging around with each other as much as we normally do. She was training for her upcoming Quidditch match against Ravenclaw more than she normally would have been, which took up most of her free time. But she was happier about something and was generally nicer during lessons, although I would still catch her sneering whenever I spoke to James or he would speak to me, but she had been refraining from saying anything.
It was like a Christmas miracle.
At the end of November.
Michelle would probably snap soon and go back to her usual self, but I was holding out hope to the fact that maybe this was the beginning of things changing.
Although, I probably wasn’t that lucky.
The fact that Michelle was so busy with Quidditch meant that I was spending more time with James or Isabella, something that I was enjoying a lot. In fact, it had begun to feel a bit like I had been speaking to James for a lot longer than the few months that we had been. I was feeling more at ease with him and a bit more open about things and it seemed like he was feeling the same way towards me, or at least I hope so. Though, he hadn’t carried me down to the hospital wing over my knee either, which had become badly bruised but was now healing, even though a part of me wanted him to.
“Do you ever get the urge to just eat cheese for the entire day?” James asked me randomly, bringing me out of my thoughts of how much I was loathing Potions. I gave a sigh as I looked up from my Potions book; I hadn’t really been taking any of the information in.
“Just when I think that we were having a serious conversation,” I muttered with a slight shake of my head. I found it rather endearing that James would at times just come out with whatever seemed to be randomly in his head in that moment. It was like he didn’t have a filter between his brain and his mouth, to stop all of the randomness from coming out. I thought that it was brilliant; he never failed to make me laugh.
“It is a serious question. I’m feeling the urge to just eat a lot of cheese today; have you never had a day like that?” he asked me seriously, leaning forwards in his seat to talk to me, regarding me with a serious look on his face, as though we were talking about something of great importance.
“Are we really talking about cheese? Is that the newest depth that we’ve sunk to in order to procrastinate from our homework?” I asked him. James gave a small shrug, but looking at me over his own Potions book, waiting for my answer.
“I wish that I could say that no I haven’t, but that would be a lie,” I told him reluctantly. James looked momentarily triumphant.
“I knew it, I knew that it was a lot more common then I was lead to believe that it was,” he stated, cheering quietly before looking around the library as he rubbed his stomach absentmindedly.
James had joined me in the library in an attempt to finish some of our homework, something that was turning into a regular occurrence; we were sometimes joined by William, although it was quite rare. He appeared to like to keep himself to himself. “I could really do with some cheese right about now.”
“Apparently cheese causes strange dreams to happen,” I told him. I vaguely remember my dad saying something to that effect once when I was younger, although it may have been a ploy to stop me eating cheese so late at night.
“Huh,” James said turning to look at me again; he seemed interested in what I had said. “That might explain why I keep dreaming of Inferi.”
“How often have you dreamt of Inferi?” I enquired curiously, putting the book down and accepting the fact that I wasn’t going to be doing my homework any time soon, especially now that we had such an important discussion happening . I gave a thought to the Inferi dilemma; I wasn’t sure if I would like to have a dream about them. I would probably spend my entire dream running away from them and screaming loudly. Not sure I would be of much use to anyone.
“Probably the past week or so,” James told me, scratching his chin absent-mindedly. “Although in some of them I’m almost always being saved by some bearded guy. I’m not sure what to make of it.”
“Maybe he’s going to be your future boyfriend?” I joked. James just gave a shrug indifferently.
“I’m not sure how much time I could spend on romance in a Inferi apocalypse,” James told me almost sadly. “So, I might not be able to have this hunk of a guy as my boyfriend. I should probably settle for someone a lot closer to me and someone who is not likely to end up in an Inferi apocalypse.”
He was looking right at me as he said it, and I didn’t allow myself to draw to any conclusions that might not actually be true, just because my brain and my heart wanted something to happen,didn’t mean that it was going to happen. Besides he could always mean Rebecca; she had been trying to hang around James a lot more often, much to my displeasure.
“Ah, that doesn’t leave many people; I heard that an Inferi apocalypse is well overdue,” I laughed, choosing to look down at my parchment and not wanting James to sense that I was getting my hopes up. I didn’t want him to tell me he wasn’t talking about me.
“I best start making a list of the people that I would want in my survival team then,” James told me with a grin. “Do you have any skills or talents? I need to make sure I have good people in my team.”
“You know I haven’t, we went through this with the talent show.” I gave a thought about what skills I could have that would be useful in the case of a Inferi apocalypse. “Although, I’m very good at running away and screaming loudly.”
James just looked at me and slowly began shaking his head, a smile beginning to pucker at his lips. “We’re going to be so screwed, aren’t we?”
“Probably,” I told him honestly, before looking down at my watch and seeing that it was almost time for us to leave for our Muggle Studies lesson. “We should get going; we don’t have long until the bell goes.”
James nodded as we both began to pack our things up, so that we could make our move. “I think we’ll manage to survive one, we have our wands and I suppose we could hang out in the castle. If any come towards us, we could just cast a stunning spell and they would be frozen in place. We could just place them around the school like some sort of frozen army.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this,” I stated, putting my backpack on and beginning to walk out of the library as James followed me.
“You’ve always got to be prepared for these things,” he told me, strolling next to me, his hands gripping the handles of his backpack.
“I think your dad should be on our survival team,” I stated.
“What makes you think you’re going to be on my survival team? You said you have no skills,” James told me. “Although we could use you as bait.”
“Thank you for that,” I told him with a roll of my eyes and he nudged me slightly in the side jokingly.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you. I like having you around.”
I grinned as my insides turned to mush at his smile; he let out a small cough of embarrassment as though he had admitted a big secret, his hand finding his hair and scratching at his head. “My dad would make a great team member, so of course he’s going to be in it.”
“What would be the cause of the apocalypse?”
“I’m going to put my money on Albus starting it,” James told me honestly. “He’s certainly evil enough. No-“ he shouted suddenly, turning to look at me and gesturing madly as though he knew the exact reason why it was happening, causing a few people to turn and look at us. “- Hugo! He would be the one to start it all.”
I gave a small laugh, trying to ignore the looks we were being thrown by the other people in the corridor as we made our way to our Muggle studies class. “Why would Hugo be the one to start it all?” I had only seen, or really heard, Hugo a few times, he was a second year now I believe. From what I heard he was a quiet boy, who was more seen but not heard.
“Because he’s crazy,” James laughed, holding open the door of our class and letting me walk in in front of him. “And he has a weird obsession with potions and death. If anyone is likely to mix the two, it’s him.”
“That’s really creepy.”
“He’s a creepy boy. Bloody intelligent, though; puts me to shame.”
“That’s not hard though,” I told him cheekily, without meaning to say it out loud, and James turned to give me an amused smile.
“Oh, I see how it is,” James cried, shaking his head at me as he took his backpack off of his back and placed it on our usual table.
“You’re not in my team anymore, you can fend for yourself.”
“No, I’m sorry,” I cried, grabbing for his arm as he turned away from me and faked, or at least I hoped, being annoyed at my words.
“The damage is done! I know your true feelings now,” James told me, scoffing sarcastically as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, back to me.
Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his back and hugged him; it was something I used to do to my brother whenever he pretended to be annoyed at me and it was an instinct to do it now, although now that I realised what I had done I was beginning to feel mortified.
James gave a laugh before turning around and pulling me to him in a hug, squeezing me tightly and making me let out a yelp. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he told me honestly, picking me up slightly so that my feet were off the floor, before placing me back down and letting me go.
I laughed as I held my sides where he squeezed me, still in shock that he had done that and what had happened between us, wondering if my cheeks were beginning to redden at the close proximity we just shared. I couldn’t believe that James had just hugged me; I’m surprised I didn’t swoon embarrassingly.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked in concern as I took a seat, still holding onto my side.
“I’m fine,” I told him. “I have other ribs.”
“Are you sure?” he still seemed concerned and I knew I couldn’t keep this up for long; he noticed my grin and shook his head at me as he slouched back in his seat.
“Stop sulking,” I told him, jabbing him slightly in the arm. He held a hand to his arm as he let out a yell of pain and I was thankful that we were the only two in the classroom so far.
“Ouch, I need the hospital wing, this is abuse,” he told me, before knocking me with his shoulder and dropping his hand, turning to face me slightly and holding his hands up slightly in defence, scared of my oncoming attack, which he was right to be expecting.
I retaliated by trying to push him, but he grabbed for my hand to stop me. I tried to move the other but he had quick reflexes. Our play fight continued, with me trying to hurt any part of James that I could find and James blocking my every movement, a triumphant grin on his face and look in his eyes.
We ended the fight by him grabbing for my hands and holding them wide, so that I was unable to move; in our fighting I hadn’t realised how close we were to each other, but it was apparent in that moment and it made my heart almost stop. James seemed to realise this as well, because he went completely still, his hands tightening on my own, fingers beginning to lace themselves in mine.
He was looking intently into my eyes and I could have sworn that I forgot how to breathe.
“Abigail, I –“ James began, but he wasn’t able to finish what he was going to say as our other classmates decided to join us at that moment. I let go of James’s hands before turning around to face the front, not wanting anyone to catch us and get the wrong impression, trying to slow my thundering heart and to subtly get the air back into my lungs without gasping loudly.
I chanced a look at James and saw that he was slowly turning to face the front, pulling a few items out of his bag as he did so. It was hard to read the expression on his face and I would have given anything to know what he was thinking, hoping that he was thinking that same as I was, wishing that we hadn’t been interrupted so I would know what he was going to tell me.
Professor Hargreaves entered soon after the rest of the class and got to work quickly at handing out books. I took a look down at the one in my hands; it was about some guy named James Bond. I wonder who he was and why we were learning about him?
“Can anyone tell me what a cinema is?” Professor Hargreaves called to the class as he finished handing out the books and walked to the front of the class. He leant against his desk as he looked around the room, waiting for someone to raise their hand. Of course James did.
“It’s a place where Muggles go to watch movies, it’s just on a larger scale and more people are able to watch it,” James told him and I was amazed. I was getting more and more surprised at the ways that Muggles entertained themselves.
“Excellent, James. You’re correct, it’s a place where Muggles go to watch larger versions of TV. That is what we’re going to be focusing on in this lesson; unfortunately, due to magic we are unable to have any TVs or movies in the castle, so we would have to make do with these books, which Muggles have adapted into these movies. A popular example is the character James Bond who is the main character in the book in front of you; he’s a crime fighter.”
James edged his chair closer to mine and I leant on my elbows on the table, so that James was able to whisper to me like he always did.
“I love the idea of fighting crime,” he told me in a whisper. “I’ve actually seen a movie with this James Bond guy in it and I thought that it was really cool.”
“Who is he?”
“He apparently works for the Muggle’s government, he’s some sort of secret agent, much like the one’s in those comics we read. He goes around the world and takes out bad guys.”
“Like an Auror?” I asked. I loved the idea that Muggles had their own super heroes like that; I could already tell that I was going to love this James Bond character.
“He does much more than an Auror. He focuses on larger crime; he works alone to take out criminal masterminds in other countries. But it’s all secret, so no one knows what his doing or what his job is apart from those he works for. He’s some sort of secret agent.”
“That sounds exactly like what my dad thinks the Unspeakables do. He thinks that they’re a different league of Auror.”
I turned to look at James, who was excited about what I had said. “Do you really think that’s what they are?” he asked intrigued as the teacher talked around us, not paying attention to our whispers.
“I think so. I think my dad knew someone who worked there; he also loves the idea of fighting crime and that's why he loves comic books so much too. Obviously we’re not allowed to say anything.”
James mimed zipping his mouth up and I knew I could trust him not to say anything. “I would absolutely love to do that job. I have always wanted to be a super hero of some kind, which escalated when Uncle Ron got me into those comic books. I actually convinced dad to take me to martial art lessons as well as Gymnastics.”
I gave a frown; I had no idea what on earth martial arts even was. James seemed to have noticed my confusion.
“It’s some kind of Muggle combat; it’s a nifty skill to have, all of which can help me on my way to becoming a super hero.”
I stifled a laugh and he looked at me in question. “I’m sorry, but I really didn’t ever think that you would be interested in something like this. I thought for sure that you would want to be a Quidditch player when you left school.”
“You should never judge someone before you get to know them,” James told me, sitting up straight and looking back at the teacher who was still talking to the class. “Now that you know what I want to do with my life, how about you? What do you want to do when you leave school?”
“I – er-“ I began. I hadn’t told many people what I wanted to do with my life, not many would understand. “I’m actually going to apply to be an intern at a comic book publishing company, in America. I hope to one day make some of my own and get them out into the world.”
I chanced a look at him and he smiled at me, although I couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t quite meet his eyes. I just didn’t understand why.
“That’s great,” he told me honestly and I believed his sincerity, although I couldn’t help but wonder about the look in his eyes.
“I haven’t told Michelle yet, though,” I blurted out, not knowing why that was even important in that moment in time.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. As long as you keep the secret that I want to be an Unspeakable.”
“Of course,” I told him, nodding. James gave me a smile before looking back up at the teacher, whilst I sat and thought about what had just happened. I was beginning to get an overwhelming feeling that I didn’t want to go to America because I didn’t want to leave James, but that was more than a year in the future, who knew if me and James would even be talking still. I just couldn’t help but want nothing more than him to ask me to stay with him.
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