A/N: I don't own Harry Potter sadly I would be rich if i did.
II. Mess
"The surprise is that you continue to be surprised."
-Jill A. Davis, Ask Again Later
I had to remind myself to speak. It would of been rude if I had stayed quiet. At least according to dad it would be. Teddy gave me an apologetic smile. But I could see the fear brewing in the 27 year old's eyes. I raised an eyebrow at him.
'Don't tell me.'
He let out a shaky laugh. "Ah James why don't you just look around while I talk with Lyn." Teddy squeaked out. Funny how a 6'0 feet tall boy could be afraid of a girl. The other boy nodded and walked to a random shelf, running her fingers along the spines of my books. I studied his movements from my seat like a hawk. He lazily flipped through a random book he had picked up. But from the cover I knew what it was. Such a shame the Chosen One's eldest son was all brawn and no brains, He could of had excellent taste in books. I would of complimented his choice that is until he threw it carelessly back onto the shelf and grabbed another book. I felt my left eye twitch in annoyance before focusing my attention on the now pink haired boy.
"Please." His bored his puppy dog eyes into mine. His lips had been converted into a pout. I stared at him. He had to be joking. He was ditching baby sitting for quidditch.
"Teddy." It came out rougher than intended and he flinched in fear. I wasn't going to him! I was passed that childish stage... Sorta of. He continued begging to the point he was on his knees kissing the ground I stood on. I pursed my lips and sighed deeply before letting out a quiet 'Fine.'
He grabbed me in a bone crushing hug, planting kisses all over my face. The words thank you kept being repeated.
"You're buying me dinner Lupin." He grinned and shook his head before setting me down and yelling out for my brother. When he received no response he marched his way upstairs. The sound of multiple books falling and a yelp caught my attention and caused me to turn around. A couple of book shelves behind me lay James Potter squished by a plethora of books. I closed my eyes as I pinched the bridge of my nose in disapproval. Could he not stay put?
"A little help?" He cried out. "Teddy? Legrand?" I walked over to him and watched as he tried to wiggle out from under the books. By the time he out he was already wiping away the dust that had accumulated on his clothes. My eyes narrowed as he looked at the book in disgust. Is that even possible? When he looked up his body went rigged. He looked down at this mess then at me. A sheepish laugh left his mouth as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.
"I-uh-" he was stuttering. James Potter didn't stutter. Unless this wasn't James Potter. The arrogant, pompous, cocky James Potter from my school years would never stutter. I blinked twice signaling him to shut up.
"Clean it up." I walked away back to my desk and I felt his gaze on my back. He was gaping. I'm sure of it. I heard a tiny groan before the shuffling of books. I froze. Did he listen to me? No. No I must be hearing things. Unless? When I looked back James Potter was picking up and organizing the books he had dropped into their shelves.
Wait. What? I had to be dreaming.