James/OC

Cecilia Davies here. Celia for short, call me CC and you'll wish you'd just been simply Avada Kedavra'ed when I'm through with you. That's a promise. Anyways, to explain a little bit about me, I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I'm in my sixth year. I'm in Gryffindor House (GO LIONS!) and my best mates (and my dorm mates) are Dom and Rose Weasley, Addie Rayne, and Charlotte Wood. I'm also close with Damian Wood (Char's twin brother and a fellow Gryffie), Sam Goldstein (also in Gryffindor), Scorpius Malfoy, and Al Potter (who are both Slytherins). I have straight, dirty blonde hair and big hazel eyes. I've been a chaser on the Gryffindor team since second year. I've had a decent amount of boyfriends over the years. Sam and I even dated for a few weeks back in third year. We were each other's first kiss. Cue squeals and aww's. There's one thing very wrong with my life: my arrogant quidditch captain. James Potter, Al's older brother, is the bane of my existence and the reason I threaten to quit the quidditch team every week. Yes, you heard me, EVERY WEEK. There's always something Potter does that makes me so angry that I want to curse him into the next century. Then there's that absolutely infuriating smirk of his on top of everything else. Merlin, he makes me want to stuff my head in a bowl of undiluted Bubotuber pus. That would be less awful than having to deal with him.

"DAVIES!" Speak of the devil. I sighed and turned my broomstick towards him in the air.

"What, Potter?"

"You're twenty seconds late!" He said, checking his watch. "Stay after practice and do twenty laps around the pitch."

"Sam's not even here yet!" I exclaimed.

"Not my problem, Davies."

"Uhm, Potter, OF COURSE IT'S YOUR BLOODY PROBLEM! Sam's going to be later than I am."

"I don't want to hear your incessant whining over nothing." He smirked at me. Come on, one little curse, Celia, just to wipe that ruddy smirk off his face.

I sighed and mounted my broom. Sam ended up being ten minutes later and Potter did not say a word to him about staying behind after practice to do laps. I HATE HIM SO MUCH.

Dom and Sam waited for me after practice. My ranting to Dom started the second my feet touched the ground again. I didn't even care that Potter was still there.

"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE SUCH AN ARROGANT TOERAG FOR A COUSIN? I mean Harry and Ginny are perfectly nice people and all and somehow he comes out as an arsehole. How does that work? I think that we need to make a stop at kitchens so I can cool down. Yes, great plan! Come Dominique, let us devour my rage for your cousin with one of those yummy chocolate éclairs. Or maybe a few. Ahh Sam! You may join us!"

Both Dom and Sam quirked an eyebrow at my ridiculous behaviour and just shook their heads and said nothing.

"Off to the kitchens we go!" I exclaimed, in a singsong voice, linking arms with my two friends.

After eating a few, okay many, chocolate éclairs (those things are so addicting!), the three of us headed back up to the Common Room. The Common Room is really one of my favourite places to be. It is a circular, cozy room with big, squashy armchairs, tables, and a constantly roaring fireplace. The entire room is decorated with scarlet tapestries of witches and wizards that hang on the walls.

Sam said the password "Bibblesnout!" to the Fat Lady and we stepped into the Common Room and headed to our favourite armchairs right in the front of the fire. Rose, Addie, Char, and Damian were already sitting in front of the fire, happily chatting away. The boys' other roommates, Andrew Finch-Fletchley, Bradley Smith, and Charles Belby, were a few metres away chatting up some fifth year girls who looked uncomfortable in their presence. I giggled slightly while watching them. Finch-Fletchley, Smith, and Belby were definitely not the type of boys girls (or guys for that matter) liked to be around. They thought they were the shit when actually nobody wanted to be around them. What's that Muggle slang word that Addie taught me? Oh yeah... LOL.

I glanced around and saw that in another part of the room, Potter, Fred Weasley, and Mark Towler had their heads together and looked like they were plotting something. Uh oh, that can never be good. I turned back to my friends and noticed Sam sitting a little closer to Addie then usual. Weird...

"Then Scorpius came up to me and was like 'get out of my way, Weasley' and I was like 'No' and he just kind of smirked at me and grabbed my arms. His face was so close to mine! I was dying, guys. Then he let go of me and just walked away. Just like that!"

Ahh, the Rose and Scorpius tales. The only time Rose ever sounds like that is when she talks about Scorpius. Scorp really has to get his act together and ask her to Hogsmeade already because it's so painstakingly obvious he likes her.

"Cool story, bro." Damien grinned.

"Oh, be quiet, Damien." Rose scolded.

"Yeah Damien, you have to at least pretend to be interested in Rose's Scorpius stories." Dom said.

All of us including Rose laughed at that.

BANG!

Oh Merlin.

Turns out Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest decided to use old WWW products to see if they still worked. It makes SO much sense to test them in the Common Room and, you know, not outdoors of one of their houses. I sighed and watched Rosie run over to them and start screaming at her two berks of cousins and their friend. She took her Prefect duties very seriously; there's no doubt about it that she'll get Head Girl next year. Once Rose's yelling had ceased and the trio had the decency to look abashed, I grabbed Rose's arm to drag her up to the dormitory so she doesn't start giving out to them again.

"Breathe, Rosie." I said once we reached the 6th year girls' dormitory. Rose lay back on her bed.

"I'm fine, Celia. They're just so irritating and stupid sometimes."

"I know, Rose, I know". I said, thinking of Potter specifically. I climbed onto her bed and waited for her to calm down. Addie, Char, and Dom entered the dorm a few minutes later.

"You okay, Rosie?" Addie asked.

"I'm better, thanks." Rose smiled.

"We have the most idiotic cousins, Rose, don't get stressed out about it." Dom said.

"Dom, you tell her that every time and she still gets so angry every time, so I reckon saying that doesn't help much" Char piped in.

"Shut it, Char." Dom responded.

Char grinned in response but said nothing more. We all got ready for bed, crawled into our individual four poster beds, and fell asleep.

We woke up the next morning and headed downstairs into the Common Room. The Common Room was filled with people heading down to breakfast in the Great Hall. I spotted Damien and Sam heading towards us.

"Hey girls." Sam said, with a short nod at Addie. Addie blushed slightly. Hmm... the girls and I need to have a talk with Miss Rayne ASAP. More like an intervention knowing us – Dom's probably going to go all bad cop on her like those old muggle shows that Addie got Dom hooked on.

"Hey boys." I said, cheerily. I was a definite morning person unlike my lovely friend Char, who grunted in response to Sam's greeting. The group of us walked down to the Great Hall and took our usual spots at the Gryffindor table.

I poured myself a glass of orange juice and reached over Sam to grab one of the many platters of scrambled eggs resulting in the eggs spilling onto Sam's lap.

"Oi! Watch it, Davies!" Sam yelled.

"Sorry, Goldstein." I replied, pulling out my wand to cast Evanesco to clear away the eggs. "Happy?"

"Very." He smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"What's new?" Dom said, rolling her eyes as well. "You guys are forever bickering at breakfast. Rekindling old flames?"

We both pulled faces at that last statement.

"Mature." Damian smirked at the two of us.

"Stuff it, Wood." Sam retorted, throwing a piece of sausage at him.

"I'm worried about your maturity level, Sam." Addie said, shaking her head. Sam blushed slightly and replied, "I'm the most mature person ever, I've no idea what you're on about, Addie."

Addie just shook her head and continued eating. Okay, this is getting mental. I'm really serious about this intervention now. We finished up breakfast and Sam, Dom, Char, Rose, and I headed to Ancient Runes while Addie and Damien headed over to the Slytherin table to drag Al and Scorp to Divination. Why the four of them chose to stay in Divination, I'll never know. I couldn't wait to get out of that awful subject. I don't need to know about my future, I live my life in the moment. Aww yeah. On the other hand, I love Ancient Runes. It is my absolute favourite subject. I've got an O in it now, no big deal. Once I get out of Hogwarts, I want to train to be a curse breaker for Gringotts. The NEWTs you have to get to be able to train to be a curse breaker are DADA, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, and, of course, Ancient Runes. I'm also taking Care of Magical Creatures because I love learning about animals so much. I plopped down in my seat right at the front (okay, I'm kind of a teacher's pet when it comes to Ancient Runes, leave me alone). I opened up my Rune Dictionary and Spellman's Syllabary and took out my quill and ink to get ready for the lesson.

The lesson went really well like usual and soon we were heading out the door to go back up to Gryffindor Tower to get our Potions stuff (all of my friends had Potions together). Then we headed to Potions in the dungeons. My Potions partner was a Ravenclaw named Bridget Macmillan. She was quite pretty but did not draw a lot of attention to herself as she was quiet and studious. She was easy to work with although I wasn't really friends with her. Al was head over heels in love with her. The problem with that? She didn't have a clue who he was. Now, before you think she's daft, I'd just like to say that she does know the name 'Albus Potter' but can't put a name to a face since they've only started having classes together this year. I've mentioned him to her a bunch of times, subtly of course, but she's never picked up on it or cared much really. She tends to keep to herself. I can't imagine why Albus declares himself in love with a girl he doesn't even really know but I don't question it. It is Al, after all.

Today, we were learning how to make the Draught of Living Death. It was a really complicated potion but with Bridget as the best in potions (besides Rose) in our year, we managed to figure it out and do it correctly. The draught was as clear as water which is what the book said it should be. We handed it into Professor Patil and sat patiently at our seats until class ended.