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Something to ponder. How come James speaks so many languages?
James' P/V
Foot in mouth disease (or the Linguistic speakers) – Chapter thirteen
"Are you honestly saying – truthfully, now – that it was Lucius Malfoy who used that curse, not you?"
Please let it be true! Please! Of all the things in the world, most of all I didn't want this girl to be guilty.
"It wasn't me – I told you before that it was that git Malfoy! But you - and especially you, Sirius didn't believe me."
Whatever the truth really was, I wanted to, and did, believe her.. Just as I was about to speak, Sirius spoke.
"Please forgive me. I don't deserve it, I know. Nevertheless, it will be punishment enough to look at you and see the pain I have caused you. Will you not start our new friendship with an introduction of your friend?"
Sirius spoke with the usual exaggerated drama, and a small smile crept onto her discoloured face. Even with the bruises and the blood - which was encrusted and caked across her face – she was beautiful. Her hair, especially as it was matted with blood, was a deep crimson colour.
"Of course I'll forgive you. I'm no good at holding grudges. But why you'd believe Malfoy over me, that's what I don't get."
Sirius and I sat down after that, and Sirius started talking to her about Hogswarts and the houses, and how not to get in to Slytherin. I just sat and watched her. She was obviously muggle-born – she showed that in her ignorance about the school, the way she asked "Is Slytherin a good house to be in? Or is Gryffindor better?" Umm…
Heck, I didn't care… Just looking at her made my heart melt… I knew if I had been Sirius, I would have been flirting shamelessly with her, making some sly comment about innocent beauty, and normally, I suppose, I would have been too. But I was content just sitting there, watching her green eyes sparkling, with happiness and beauty I had not seen in years.
Just as Sirius was about to enter in on the finer details of quiditch rules, the door opened. Not again… A girl I had never seen before entered the compartment. I saw Sirius give me a sly grin. He mouthed silently "One each" Hmm… I saw his point, two incredibly beautiful girl around us.
And beautiful she was. Jet-black hair, olive skin, indigo eyes. But still, if, as Sirius said, it was one each, I would take Lily, and he could have this new girl.
Oh God! I couldn't believe I had just said that! Had I said that out loud? By the looks I was receiving, I would say that it was yes. I could feel my face colouring, as was Lily's.
"I didn't mean to say that! Great Wizards, I've messed up already!"
And Sirius – "I think Jamesie boy here, has a little crush on a certain person we all know. Could this be true, oh untactful one?"
Before I could think up a good reply, the new girl, who I'd just embarrassed totally, spoke carefully.
"I'm not going to be had by anyone, Jamesie, least of all by you or your friend, but if you would introduce me to this certain person we all know, and to your other friends, I might think a little more kindly on you all."
Sirius again – "Well said Mademoiselle. I am Monsieur Sirius Black, and I had no intention of 'Having you, as Jamesie so nicely put it – unless you have other ideas you wanted to share with me… Hmm?" Oh thanks Sirius…
Now Lily – "I - this certain person we all know - am Lily Evans. Oh and please, don't listen to everything 'Jamesie' here says and does." Ouch! I guess I kinda deserved that…
Then Lily's friend spoke – "I -" he stammered " I am Remus Lupin, and I second what Lily just said." That's not fair. They can't all be allowed to gang up on me like that. So, I thought, they're all good at mocking me. Anyone can do that. Let's see how good this new girl is at a more skilled art.
"Bonjour! Je m'appelle Monsieur James Potter. Et toi?"
"Sil vous plait! Je m'appelle Mademoiselle Eltala. Ca va?"
Ok, no good there.
"Gut danke. Und du?"
"Nicht gut. Ich bin sehr mude und secht. Du sprecht gut Deutch. Vass ist dein leiblingsport?"
Damn her. Lets try again. How many languages does she speak?
"Me fendric grans au Quiditch. Endric du?"
"Acht sodesne! Quiditch au gratze."
Probably as many as you do, James. So, she speaks French, German, and now Bulgarian. Great. Let's try Baronian now. A language I know, that barely anyone knows, or can pronounce anyway – apart from the Baronians, that is.
"Czesque ghaetrsi? Coszvere? Djenquizer tac nyqzer." Hmm. Well beat that.
"Oh alright. I give up. Whatever you were just speaking, I don't understand"
Finally Sirius spoke up. "My point exactly. Not just that last one. All of them."
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*** a/n Well, would you like to know?
Have a guess, and tell me in your reviews. I'll tell what it really means next chapter, plus I'll personally thank each person who got it right ( or close) .
Any ideas on why James is so linguistically talented? (In other words, so good at speaking so many languages) Tell me your ideas – I won't tell you if you're right or wrong, you'll find out later.
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