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Spellotape
'Dad where's the spellotape?' James' Sirius Shouted to his farther.
'Where I last left it, in my desk draw. Why do you need it?' Harry Potter replied.
'Need it to fix something.'
'I'll come and fix it if you...' Harry never got to finish his sentence for James interrupted with 'NO!!!! I'll fix it myself!'
Harry suspected that James had broken one of his new spell books, which they had only bought the pervious day. Harry though thought he would let James off this time for it was his first time reading proper wizard spell books, instead of How to Degnome the Garden or Tales of Beedle the Bard. Harry had caught James up at midnight last night looking through The Beginners Guide to Herbology.
James went into his father's study and looked through his many draws, which all had the Undetectable Extension Charm placed upon it. James' looked through messes of broken quills, empty ink bottles, old pieces of parchment, and finally the spellotape. But there was an unusually old piece of parchment, why had he kept it this long, it must mean something to him, James thought a while about what it would be and decided to pocket it and ask Uncle George what it could be.
'Dad, do you want me to clear out your desk for you? There is loads of junk in here!'
'Okay James but don't throw away the piece's of parchment, I might need them later.'
'Fine, no parchment will be lost.' But James thought, Apart from this piece.
It took James two minutes to get rid of all of the old tat (apart from the old parchment). James went to his room and placed the oldest piece of parchment he had ever seen with his underwear, because even Kreacher knew not to even dare go near there for it was a 'Danger zone' as his mother often told them. As James was thinking about these words that his mother often said he realised that number 12 Grimald Place was quiet, too quiet for a Saturday.