. Oh yes, it was true, Isla Finnigan had slimmed down. She wasn’t chunky, chubby, tubby, heavy, big or any other words than people use to make the word “fat” seem nicer. No. Now, after one whole summer of strenuous exercise, low calorie diets and ban on all foods containing sugar or fat or whatever, I was slim.
 
 
 
 

He couldn’t just waltz back into my life as if nothing had happened.
“My best friend?” I said quietly, “No, James. You haven’t been my best friend for a very long time now.
 
 

“What walks on four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon and three in the evening?” it asked in a snooty voice. I groaned. They never got any easier. I wracked my brains. Four legs, two legs three legs...


 
 

 "I like to kill two birds with one stone,” Dean explained before as he took in all our wands and handed us all cloths. Then he was gone and I was trapped with James and a stranger for at least an hour polishing trophies without magic!
 

“I would say that you’d missed,” I told him before bravely kissing him on the lips and placing my hand on his navy scarf while the other felt my umbrella being ripped from it. Wait, what?
I broke away suddenly, staring after a small boy, probably in third year, who had just nicked my umbrella.
 
 

“James Potter, a pleasure to meet you,” he said sincerely and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. I had my James back. The old James. I took his hand firmly and returned his greeting,


“You too. I’m Isla, Isla Finnegan.”
 
 

My ears rung as the noise crashed against my brain. I picked up his pillow and chucked it at him but he caught it deftly.
 

“You know what’s wrong! I need hangover potion,” I told him. He leaned closer.
 

“No, you need a shower.” I frowned in confusion. “There’s sick in your hair,” he explained. I winced.
 

“I don’t think it’s mine either,” I mumbled.
 
 
 

“First they left me out of conversation for a good two hours and only spoke to me to embarrass me because I had no idea what they were on about. Then Louis said I didn’t like reading and his friend said it was because I was Irish and then because I was a Gryffindor and that I should have got bad marks in my OWLS! So then, he starts laying into me about how our house are all thick and ‘more brawn than brains.’ So I punched him.”
 

It was a romcom as far as I was aware, starring my all time favourite actor, Harris Jones. Tall, dark and handsome with the most delicious Welsh accent you have ever heard. I watched intently and let out a satisfied moan when camera caught Harris from behind as he ran...somewhere.


“He’s got a fit bum,” I pointed out, leaning in intently. That was a controversial statement to say the least.


 
 

Bill was actually incredibly interesting. I found myself enthralled by all his tales of life as a curse breaker. I’d never really known what to do with my life but this was a career path I was seriously considering. I’d noticed that he wasn’t eating. Molly appeared with a very rare steak and placed it delicately on his plate.