James's Mystery Girl?
Recently spotted flying around the quidditch pitch were Hogwart's own golden boy and a mysterious girl whose identity cannot be confirmed.
It is said that they spent approximately forty five minutes talking and laughing up in the air.
No one knows who this girl is, but she certainly is special if she caught the eye of James Potter.
James Potter-Prefect, Quidditch Captain, and #1 student in the school is well known for his open life and nonexistent secrets. It appears that he's done nothing wrong in his lifetime, but that can't be true, can it?
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Article written by Tabitha Sparks
I shook my head at the offending article. "I can't believe we printed this."
"Oh, come on, Mickey. This is amazing! I mean, the articles short, but the picture makes up for the lack of details," Lindsay gushes, holding her own copy of the Insider.
"I know, I know, I'm pretty amazing," Tyler jokes. But I must agree, the picture makes it look like there's a lot more going on than there actually was. It's a replaying picture of me, my face buried into his shoulder, and him laughing at me.
Well, the readers won't think he's laughing at me, but rather he's laughing because he's oh-so-happy. He's actually laughing because he had just taken an alarming dive and I had shrieked. Myself, embarrassed, put my head on his back in shame, and he had laughed for the duration of the ride, which had lasted quite a while longer than I had anticipated.
"You guys look super cute, by the way."
"Ugh!" I yell, throwing down the paper and exiting Headquarters into the Tapestry Corridor on the first floor. Going to my first class of the week, Potions, I just so happen to run into Potter. Just my luck.
I had been really hoping to avoid him so that no one would make the connection, because then I could say that I tried with the story, it just didn't work out. With a sigh I give my locket a squeeze, signaling Tyler to come take a picture.
"Hey, Mickey!"
"Hello, James," I say with much less enthusiasm. His face falls.
"Are you mad about the article in that stupid newspaper? Because I swear-"
"I'm not mad about the article." I'm mad that you called my newspaper stupid!
"That's good, I was worried for a minute. You look rather murderous," he chuckles. That makes me crack a grin.
"I know, I know, sorry. I just had a friend recognize me as your mystery girl and she completely called me out," I lied easily.
He ran a hand through his already messy hair and sighed. "I'm extremely sorry about that. Tabitha Sparks has been hounding me recently for a story, it's awful. She'll jump at even the smallest of things." And don't you forget it! "Oh no, here's her photographer now. I think I should go... See you around?" He says, tossing me a nonchalant grin.
"Sure. Bye Potter." I sigh and continue on my way towards the dungeon, trying to ignore the stares. Obviously the secret was out, now I just have to figure out how to avoid the attention.
There are multiple reasons that I use the alternate identity of Tabitha Sparks. The first is that I could get into a lot of trouble for the things that I print. Not only is it occasionally slanderous, it's always harsh and cutting. The second reason is that I want a big reveal. I've got it all planned- they'll call my name at graduation, I'll put on the glamour, and when they realize what happened, I'll undo the glamour. Too late to expel me! And the last reason, well, I don't want the attention. It's to hard to go incognito if everyone knows who you are and what you're doing.
When I get to potions I throw my bag onto the desk next to Tyler and say with certainty, "I can't do this."
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Disclaimer: Not mine. J.K. Rowling's.