Oxymoron
Summary: Her laugh was tainted by contemptuous mock. Her face, calm, collected, composed. Her hair cascaded around her neck, fiery red; a reflection of inside. Her eyes, however, were serene. They held a soft, impeccable touch of affection. She was a tranquil frenzy. The relationship between him and her was absolute.
A/N: First attempt of fan fiction after a very long time so, be gentle:P I have big things planned for this…Support muchly appreciated:)
At some stage in life, every person will undergo or experience an adrenaline rush. People react in different ways, the standard being sweaty palms and breathe catching in the throat. Some people, however, go for the full blown mental hyperventilation. I am one of them.
So it was hardly surprising that I hyperventilated when I found out was a witch or when I came across a very real elf. I also hyperventilated when I had to mount a flying broomstick for the first time. The experiences are countless.
It shouldn't surprise you to know that I am also hyperventilating right now.
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But I can't. I'm gulping for air and twisting my hair around my finger in a circle so tight it seems to be restricting the flow of my blood. I hesitantly look at the letter sat on my desk…stretching out my hand, I open it slowly and reread. It was hastily scrawled and slightly torn.
Lily,
Emma is going to arrive at your house in an hour, just listen to what she says and go where she tells you to! I can't disclose the location in this letter because I'm scared it's going to be read…I know that you're going to raise an issue about it, but trust me, this is NO joke.
James
As I confusedly and grudgingly wait around, there are many questions I need to be answered.
What's going on?
Shouldn't I be leaving for the train to Hogwarts?
Why was James potter being serious?
Is this all a joke?
Where's Emma?