Addie eventually made her way over to Potter's flat. She took her time to get ready. Not to make sure she looked her best, but to prolong any more time spent with her new teammate. Almost immediately, Addie had disliked him. He was rude and snide and not even his handsomeness could make up for that. It was going to be difficult to live next to him when she could really go with never having to look at him ever again. However, seeing no other option, as she had said she would be stopping by later, Addie reluctantly knocked on the door that was practically identical to her own.

The door opened seconds after she knocked, startling Addie with the speed it whipped open.

"Oh," was all Potter said when he saw her standing there.

She rolled her eyes, pushing past Potter into the flat. She walked into the main common area and looked around. It was the mirror image of her own and yet completely different. Where Addie's flat was soft corners and fluffy pillows, light greys, blues, and greens, Potters flat was hard. The sitting area was two dark leather chairs and a coach that did not look like it made a squash sound when you sat down like hers did. They all faced a table and fireplace. His dining room table sat where her couches did, right in front of the windows. The dark stained wood looked hand crafted and matched the sitting room table.

It was especially jarring as this flat used to belong to Adam, his wife Brenda, and their son Carter. When the Barnes Family occupied the space, there had been two bedrooms instead of one and Carter's drawings and school work littered the walls. There were no sharp corners (read: six-year-old) and the darkest color was the stain in the rug where their dog had an accident.

The entire room had a gloomier feeling than Addie was all too comfortable with in a home. Stamping down a strong desire to turn around and walk out, Addie handed Potter the brownies she'd made.

"Here," she said as he took the tray from her hands. "They're my grans recipe. Passed down for generations."

"I'm allergic to chocolate," Potter said, walking over to the kitchen counter and placing the tray down as if it were an explosive.

"Oh," Addie suddenly felt bad. She didn't know what to say and started stammering. "Sorry I didn't mean, I mean I didn't know-"

"I'm kidding," he cracked up. "You should have seen you're face. So upset that you did something wrong!"

Addie made a face. That had been so horribly unfunny she was a little insulted. He had just said it to make her uncomfortable. And he thought she was so fragile as to think herself perfect.

"You don't know anything about me," placing her hands on her hips, Addie faced Potter across the counter.

He had turned back towards the kitchen, looking for something in the cabinets.

"Hmm?" He said, as if he hadn't heard her. "What's that? I know nothing about you? OK so tell me who you are."

"Who I am?" Addie had always hated that question. Who she was in what context? There was Work Addie, cool, calm and collected. Then of course there was Party Addie, who was none of those things, if all events transpired correctly. And then there was Just Addie, who really wasn't anything too special. An only child, muggleborn, sarcastic.

Apparently, she had taken too long to answer.

"Ha!" Potter exclaimed. "See you don't even know who you are. That's so sad."

He was leering at her from across the kitchen, leaning against the other counter top. Potter had found what he was looking for, two glasses.

"The elves put things away," referencing the glasses, "And I've got no idea where half of my things are." Moving on from the conversation, which he had so rudely not let her finish, Potter swiftly made his way back to her, grabbing a jug of milk along the way. He had opened the icebox, giving Addie a view of the massive quantity of food inside. He would never go hungry for sure.

Blabbing away about the House Elf he had growing up and how he was sure Kreacher lost his socks on purpose, Addie let James Potter's voice fade as she realized he had brought a glass of milk to her and was cutting up the brownies, placing one on a plate in front of her. It took her a moment to realize he had stopped talking. She was staring down at the white plate with the purple flowered border as if it were poisoned.

"Don't worry," Potter said. Addie looked up at him, noting that his eyes were not the brown she had assumed but a mixture of green as well. Slightly distracted, she almost missed his next words. "I'm not trying to get you fat."

And despite being seated. And despite Potter being separated by a counter top. And despite it being quite rude. Potter checked her out.

A bite of brownie was almost in her mouth when she froze. Addie put the fork down and pushed the prettily decorated plate away from her. She stared at him for a moment, contemplating what to do.

"Well on that pleasant note, I'm going to head home," she announced. Not looking to be persuaded otherwise.

"Addie," He looked regretful. "It was- I meant- I was joking. Sorry it wasn't actually all that funny."

"Yes, well, regardless. There doesn't seem to be a need for me to stay. Don't really need brownies, do I?"

Potter had the decency to look slightly ashamed.

She made her way to the door, Potter following quickly at her heals.

"Thanks for the brownies, at least. I'll drop the pan off."

Addie hadn't really been listening, too focused on getting out of the flat and away from Potter. She put her hand on the door knob but was stopped by Potter placing his on the door.

"Siriously though. I didn't mean to be rude."

Not wanting to make this a bigger deal than it was Addie nodded. Her back was too Potter's chest, she was glad she didn't have to look him in the eye.

"Siriously, don't worry about it."

Addie was finally able to open the door. He followed her into the hall. She was annoyed he couldn't seem to get the hint to leave her alone. She liked to be alone. It really had nothing to do with his presence, particularly.

Mostly.

"Just," Addie sighed, reaching her door. "It's fine." She conceded. His checking her out truly wasn't a big deal. She hadn't really left because if it. But it was easiest to use it as a reason to go. As opposed to the truth. That she had an uneasiness around Potter manifesting itself in defensiveness and abrasion.

Next to them, the elevator dinged, and Drew walked out, smile flattering slightly when he noticed Potter and Addie's position. They were standing a foot apart, Addie looking exasperated and Potter desperate.

"Hiya," He said with a wave.

"Drew!" Addie had never looked so happy to see him before. Which he commented on. And she rolled her eyes at.

"It's Friday night, we've got dinner," Drew explained slowly. "I brought wine." He held up the brown-wine-bottle-shaped-paper-bag as evidence.

"I love wine," Potter seemed to say for himself rather than either of his teammates.

"You should come," Drew offered. Addie glared at her supposed close friend. "Dinner's super informal"

Drew smiled evilly.

Potter seemed to notice the glare. He too smiled saccharinely at Addie.

"I'd love to come, thanks!"

Addie sighed. Taking that as confirmation that the dinner group would be expanded, Drew went past her to open her flat door, which she had not locked.

Rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand in frustration yet again, Addie felt rather than heard Potter take a small step closer from where he stood in front of her. She looked up at him. He had leaned in closer.

"Thanks for the invite, babe," he winked and walked inside. She rolled her eyes, knowing she should have pretended more earnestly that his coming onto her put her off. But he was charming and should could always go for some shameless flirting. She was a grown woman after all.

"After you," He continued.

Addie entered her apartment. Drew was petting Diana who lay on her stomach by the large windows. Her usual spot.

Traitor, Addie thought, looking on.

"Nice place," Potter murmured in her ear. "Looks just like mine, with more color." His last word caused her to roll her eyes.

It wasn't like Addie lived among pink and ruffles. She had an understated feminine flat that she took pride in.

"Thanks," she took his compliment and ignored its backwardness. "I like warmth and happiness." She emphasized with the same inflection.

Pushing past Potter, Addie made her way to the kitchen, moving to set up the dinner she had prepared. The table situated in the middle of the great room was only set up for two, so she busied herself setting a place for Potter. Knowing it was not a huge deal to have another member at the weekly dinner, Addie was frustrated she couldn't be more annoyed because it wasn't a big deal. More often than not other team members would join for dinner. Potter rubbed her the wrong way. His flirting was only entertaining enough for her not to find him completely abhorrent to be around. More accurately, he confused her. He was charming yet could be rude, funny but only to a point. She was wary of him, unsure what to feel.

The men made their way to the table, Addie joining them, carrying the chicken she had made.

"Looks great Ads," Drew smiled at her.

Addie smiled at Drew. He really was one of her closest friends. Their Friday night dinners had become a ritual since she moved into the Compound. They had been asked countless times over the years if they were together. The answer was always a resounding "no." Nothing had or would ever happen between them romantically. They were not each other's type. By any stretch of the word.

Potter had already helped himself, and the other two took his lead.

"Thi i o hot," Potter said, a mouth full of potatoes.

Addie rolled her eyes. Drew laughed.

They ate dinner loudly. Potter cracking jokes and Drew cracking up. Addie sometimes cracked a smile. She didn't find Potter as funny as he thought he was. Most of the jokes he made were at the expense of others; Namely her.

The two men helped her clean up, magically washing dishes. Minimizing the mess for Addie later, she thanked them as they headed towards the door.

"So I'll see you two around," Potter said as he headed into the hallway.

"Yeah mate, see you around," Drew responded, hitting Potter in the back in that brotherly way men do. "Oy, before I forget, tomorrow night us and a bunch of the team's going into the Wizarding part of town if you'd like to join."

"Thanks for the invite, I think I'll take you up on that," Potter said. "Cheers mate. G'night."

The other two Quidditch players responded in kind.

Once it was clear Potter had opened and shut his own door, thus being out of earshot, Addie hit Drew on the shoulder in the annoyed sort of way people who are annoyed do.

"Hey what was that for?"

"For inviting Potter. Tonight, and tomorrow!"

"What? You two seemed to be enjoying each other's company," Drew smirked.

"I do not know what planet you were eating dinner on, but we most certainly were not enjoying anything!" Addie exclaimed, practically throwing her arms in the air.

"Seemed that way from my side of the table," Drew muttered. "You two are definitely going to smash. I could practically feel the tension."

"Oh shove it," Addie shoved him. "The only thing I could feel was how much of a dick he was."

"That won't be the only time you feel that part of his anatomy."

Addie preceded to push her friend out of her flat, slamming the door in his face.