Thursday, May 24th 5:35 PM

"Buckley and Brawley Law Firm, this is Siobhan Buckley, how may I help you?" Siobhan tried to hide the exhaustion in her voice. Today had been such a long day; her secretary had been out, so everything came straight to her.

"Miss Buckley, I wanted to call to clarify the meeting time for when I arrive in Dublin tomorrow?" a male voice sounded unsure through the phone.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Potter, use the portkey you've received around 5:30 in the afternoon, just before the end of our work hours. Once you're there I'll show you around the facility, and where your office is and all of that. Um, and then after that I'll take you to where you'll stay until you find a different place that suits you. Does that sound alright Mr. Potter?"

"Uh, yes, Miss Buckley, I do have one more question, though," James potter responded.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Siobhan responded this time her voice sounding unsure.

"Where is it that I will be staying until I find another place to live?" she could imagine James furrowing his eyebrows. James had done that many times reading books in the library when they had gone to Hogwarts. Both James and Siobhan had spent a lot of their time in the library, well it wasn't much of a surprise what with both being Ravenclaws. During her time there Siobhan had noticed James, and sometimes caught herself observing him along with others (she liked to observe faces and create stories based off of their expressions), but she never knew if he noticed anyone other than his books. James and his books were like Hagrid and his animals, inseparable, Siobhan had thought that he'd look up at least every now and again, but he never had (at least to her knowledge). It wasn't that odd he never acknowledged her, they had been in the same house, but he was also two years older. "Miss Buckley?" James' voice brought her out of the past and into the present.

"Oh, my apologies, Mr. Potter, you'll be staying in my spare bedroom until you can find some other form of living, if that's alright with you?" Siobhan was still unsure of the whole arrangement, but she knew she had to stay professional, besides, her place was the only one of her co-workers' that had the extra room.

"I'm sure that will be fine, Miss Buckley. Have a good evening," Siobhan could tell James was trying to stay professional as well, because she still picked up on a slight unease to his voice.

"And the same to you, Mr. Potter," Siobhan said when she hung up the phone and looked at her watch: 5:55, she had five minutes left to the work day. She thanked Merlin that tomorrow was Friday, almost the end of the week, then she could have two days to not deal with other people's problems.

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Friday, May 25th 5:25 PM

Siobhan was waiting near the building's three fireplaces used for the floo network, waiting for James Potter, her new partner on cases, and her new temporary roommate. Siobhan would admit that she was a tad nervous about James' arrival, she had never talked to him during school but she used to harbor a tiny crush on the shaggy brown-haired Ravenclaw. When he started Hogwarts all the tabloids talked about how he was going to be a fun edition to the Potter-Weasley clan, and live up to his namesake, but that all changed once he was sorted into Ravenclaw, everyone was in a shock. Everyone but his family, I suppose, Siobhan thought. James wasn't a prankster or a careless, funny Gryffindor, he was, frankly, a serious-minded book nerd.

Siobhan found this out for herself when she arrived to Hogwarts two years later, and was sorted into Ravenclaw as well. He seemed to only have one friend, his only other relative to be sorted into Ravenclaw, Rose Weasley, and Rose hadn't been there until James' second year, so Siobhan always thought of what James must have done his first year, did he talk to other people much? Did he only talk to his teachers?

Though James seemed to love his books more than humans, he was still under some of the spotlight, because some girls liked the intelligence and glasses factor, Siobhan was guilty of being one of them. Despite that, Albus was truly the Potter that got the most attention. By his sixth year he was Slytherin's Quidditch Captain, and he was known for elaborate pranks with his partners in crime, Scorpious Malfoy, and Fred Weasley II, and he was quite the ladies' man.

Green flames and the sound of coughing brought Siobhan out of her thoughts, she tried not to laugh when she said, "Afternoon, Mr. Potter."

"Afternoon, Miss Buckley, good day so far?" James said after his coughing fit left him.

"It has gone well, much better than yesterday I must say, my secretary was out sick yesterday, so everything went straight to me, it was quite exhausting. I expect your day has gone well, too?" Siobhan questioned as she motioned for him to follow her.

"Well it was good until I had to floo over, floo trips are never fun for me, I always end up having coughing fits. I'm just glad I didn't fall over this time, that usually happens, too," James sounded like he was rambling, maybe he did that when he was nervous. After a minute James seemed to regain composure, "This is a nice building, Miss Buckley, when was it built?"

"1983, my grandfather and his best friend started this law firm, and it's stayed in the two families since. My uncle was the one to take it on, as both of his children pursued a different career, I wanted to be a lawyer so I was the next Buckley to be in the business. My uncle still works here, as well as two of the Brawley's, and then we have eight more lawyers, including you. It was a pleasant surprise when Mrs. Weasley called and said that she wanted to have ties to more law firms and wanted us to be the first law firm to ally with, we had the opening so we agreed without hesitation. I was really expecting Rose, or Dominique because it was already arranged for the new lawyer to stay with me temporarily, but I don't think you'll be too bad. Well here we are, your office, Mr. Potter," Siobhan led him inside the room.

"This is very nice, so who will be my partner?" James inquired.

"That'll be me, I've been without a partner for about five months now, you're pretty much my savior, James Potter," Siobhan said with a laugh.

"Oh, really? Well, Miss Buckley, it is my pleasure to save the day," James finished his dramatics with a bow. Siobhan had never known he could be laid back and silly, but she found she quite liked this version of James, the version the public eye had yet to lay eyes on. Siobhan was surprised that she had seen this just after meeting the bloke, but maybe there was more to James Potter than meets the eye. Perhaps the tabloids were wrong about him, they've been wrong before.

"Why thank you, Mr. Potter," Siobhan replied with a smile and an over done voice, just as the clock in the room chimed 6:00. "Well now you know where your office is, we can go to my house where you'll be staying for the time being. Follow me, Mr. Potter." Siobhan walked out of the room and walked to the other side of the building. After walking in silence for a couple minutes they reached her uncle's office and she lead him through the door, "Uncle Edmond, James Potter has arrived."

"Oh do come in, Mr. Potter, I presume Siobhan has shown you the building and your new office?" Edmond rose from his seat to greet James.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Buckley, Siobhan has been quite charming," James said when he shook Edmond Buckley's hand.

"Yes, she's always a darling this one," Edmond said with a smile, "don't tell anyone, but she's my favorite niece."

"Oh please, Uncle Edmond only says that because I'm the only one who wanted to be a lawyer like him," Siobhan scoffed, but she felt a small smile creep upon her face. If she was being honest, Edmond was her favorite Uncle as well.

"Nonsense, Siobhan," Edmond ruffled her hair, "now, I believe, if my watch is correct, that the work day is over. So go home, and enjoy your weekend, I'll see the both of you at 8 o'clock on Monday. It was good to see you, Mr. Potter." Edmond sent them off with one last handshake for James, and a kiss to Siobhan's forehead.

"So now we're going back to your house?" James asked as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Well I guess it's going to be called our house for now, I mean, you are currently considered my roommate," Siobhan sheepishly explained, biting her lip.

"I guess, so, I didn't think about that. How have the years since Hogwarts treated you, Siobhan?" James tried to make simple conversation, so there wouldn't be an awkward silence.

"Oh they've been well I suppose, I went to a year of further education to become a lawyer, and I've been living in my house for four years now," Siobhan stopped once they reached the doors of the building, and motioned for him to take hold of her arm. Once they landed in her small cottage from the apparition she asked, "How about you James? How have the years since Hogwarts treated you?"

"Well, I also did an extra year of further education, I've been a lawyer at Aunt Hermione's law firm for almost six years now. Hey I found something we have in common!" James exclaimed.

"And what's that?" Siobhan said amused.

"Well the law firms we started working at were run by one of our relative's."

"Yes, well if you follow me I'll take you to your room," Siobhan led him out of the living room and down the hall. "I suppose you charmed your backpack, or you just pack really lightly?"

"Oh, yeah Aunt Hermione taught me the charm, it's become quite helpful, I use it on my pockets a lot. I could teach you..?" James trailed off as he unpacked his back and filled up the dresser and small closet.

"Oh, I already know the charm," Siobhan waved him off, "I'm going to start on something for dinner. When you're done unpacking you can come help if you want, the kitchen is the room next to the living room."

"Okay, thanks for everything, Miss- er Siobhan," James furrowed his eyebrows, the expression Siobhan had seen so much at Hogwarts.

"Your welcome, James. Tomorrow I'll show you around Dublin," Siobhan smiled as she left the room. James mumbled something inaudible when she was at the door. She turned around with her eyebrow raised, "Yes?"

"Oh, nothing, I was just talking to myself, I said that this arrangement won't be as awkward as I originally thought," James nervously scratched at his neck.

"I agree James, you're quite pleasant once you get past all of the seriousness. Now I'm going to be in the kitchen," Siobhan walked out this time headed towards the kitchen. Later, while she made dinner, James was there to pass ingredients to her and make small talk. Siobhan found herself thankful for the new help, she never knew how much she'd needed it. Once they sat down to eat, a warm feeling creeped into in her stomach, she smiled, maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as she had originally thought.

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A/N: I hope you liked that! I'm really excited for this new story, and quite nervous because I'm editing these by myself. R&R! - Lissie ;)