A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club January

Disney Challenge: characters - 4. Charlotte LaBouffe: Write about childhood best friends.

Showtime: 8- Here's Where it Begins - (genre) Friendship

Scamander's Case: 5 - (relationship) cousins

Marvel Appreciation: J - James Rhodes: (Character: James Rhodes) OR (Action: stealing something)

Lyric Alley: 21 - Whatever you want

Word count: 439

"Abracadabra!" Rose yelled, waving a stick in the air. James fell over in a dramatic fashion, clenching his chest. Rose rolled her eyes. This was the fifth time they'd acted out this scene. James supposed to be dying from a killing curse. Neither child, at the age of ten, had a wand or could really do magic. But that didn't stop Rose from wanting to make the play as realistic as possible. She'd even managed to get a torch that gave off a green light.

"James, don't be so dramatic! The killing curse didn't even hit your heart!" she yelled. James got to his feet, dusted himself off, and glared at Rose. Not for the first time, he wondered why he was friends with someone so bossy. If it wasn't for the fact they were cousins, he'd probably never waste time with her.
"Quit telling me how do die, Rose! It's my death scene!" he exclaimed. He was supposed to be Harry Potter, dying at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Neither child exactly knew the story, only that Harry had died, and now he wasn't dead.

"You're doing it stupidly," Rose commented.

"And you're not even saying the spell right," James argued. "All you're saying is nonsense!"

"I can't say it right! I don't want to end up in Azkaban! Besides, it's not nonsense, it's a word Muggle magicians use, so it's magic! Now, let's try the scene again," she ordered. James glared at her. All he wanted to do was go steal his father's broom and go flying. Instead, he was being forced to do this stupid play with Rose.

"I still don't see why we have to put on a stupid play," he finally said out loud. Rose sighed as if she couldn't believe how annoying James was being.

"Because Mum told me to find something creative to do," she stated.

"But why do I have to be involved?" James asked.

"'Cause you're my best friend?" Rose suggested, giving James a huge smile. James rolled his green eyes. "Fine, you're doing this so I won't tell Aunt Ginny about the biscuits you filched from the grocery, remember?" she asked, giving him an innocent look. James wondered if the punishment from his parents would be preferable to this stupid torture of a play.

"Right," James muttered. "Why are we doing a play about my father though?"

"Because, I think people will want to see it! Your dad refused to write a book, so..."

"You wrote a play."

"Yes, this way, everyone will know what happened during the war. Now, let's do the death scene again!" Rose exclaimed, giving James a huge smile. "And this time, die properly!"