Chapter One Picking up the girl
"James! Time to go to the station!" A messy haired head looked up from the book he was reading and grimaced. This was the most exciting part! The hunter was going to get eaten by the monster soon! And now his sister, his unsympathetic sister was ordering him to go pick up one of her friends from the station!
"Aren't you coming?"
"Of course not. Shouldn't have a curl left if I go out into that pouring rain." Girls. Why do they care so much about their appearance? As if that weren't enough; listening to them complain about their hair, make-up, & nails; but they have to be bossy too! Adrienne was younger than him, well, by a few minutes at least.
"You're expecting ME to bring home a strange girl alone? Besides, she'll be as annoying as you, talking about those stupid things girls talk about all the time. No, I'm NOT doing it." James said with an air of loftiness.
"Please James? I'll try to convince Father to get you that Clean Arrow or Silver Sweep you've been hankering after. Now hurry up, the dear will be cold and wet by the time you get there, and then what will she think of me?" Adrienne said despairingly.
"First of all, it's Clean Sweep or Silver Arrow, not the gibberish you said." James said annoyed, "And you friend will think you care more about your hair than her, she'd be right too. But I suppose I could pick her up anyway, how long is she staying?" asked James, relenting. The idea of a brand new broom was too much.
"Oh, until school starts again, we're going to King's Cross together. Don't worry, Lily is such a nice girl, same age as you and me."
"Look here Adrienne, how am I supposed to know who she is? I don't know what she looks like for gosh sakes!"
"Don't worry about it James. I've described you to her, so I daresay she'll recognize you. Now please hurry, you're going to be late!"
James sniffed. Obviously his sister had done him a terrible injustice. He looked into the mirror and stared at his reflection. Adrienne had probably described him as a monster to the girl, he wasn't that ugly. With a resigned sigh, he went out the door and set off at a slow pace. Hands in his pockets and whistling like he had all the time in the world.
"Boys are the most provoking toads in the universe! The world would be a much better place if it were run by women and girls only. Why, they have no consideration at all!" But if she saw that a few blocks later James took his hands out of his pocket, stopped whistling, pulled his cap down, and ran the rest of the way to the station; she might've changed her mind.
The muggle steam engine was just arriving as James ran into the station, red as a tomato and breathing is gasps. After catching his breath, James headed to where people were pouring out into the platform.
"Suppose she'll be wearing her hair up in one of those thingamabobs like every other girl in this place! However am I going to find her?" James thought to himself. He spotted a a good-looking girl with a small hat perched daintily on top of her head and wearing the latest style of petticoats.
"Must be her." James murmured. Gathering up his confidence, he strode over to the girl who was chatting to some other girls, not appearing to be waiting for someone.
"Excuse me, would you be Miss Lily Evans?" James asked, congratulating himself on the elegant tone he was using.
The girl just looked at him. "No, I am not." she replied, and turned back to her companions.
Flustered, James walked away. "Where in the world is she?"
"James! Time to go to the station!" A messy haired head looked up from the book he was reading and grimaced. This was the most exciting part! The hunter was going to get eaten by the monster soon! And now his sister, his unsympathetic sister was ordering him to go pick up one of her friends from the station!
"Aren't you coming?"
"Of course not. Shouldn't have a curl left if I go out into that pouring rain." Girls. Why do they care so much about their appearance? As if that weren't enough; listening to them complain about their hair, make-up, & nails; but they have to be bossy too! Adrienne was younger than him, well, by a few minutes at least.
"You're expecting ME to bring home a strange girl alone? Besides, she'll be as annoying as you, talking about those stupid things girls talk about all the time. No, I'm NOT doing it." James said with an air of loftiness.
"Please James? I'll try to convince Father to get you that Clean Arrow or Silver Sweep you've been hankering after. Now hurry up, the dear will be cold and wet by the time you get there, and then what will she think of me?" Adrienne said despairingly.
"First of all, it's Clean Sweep or Silver Arrow, not the gibberish you said." James said annoyed, "And you friend will think you care more about your hair than her, she'd be right too. But I suppose I could pick her up anyway, how long is she staying?" asked James, relenting. The idea of a brand new broom was too much.
"Oh, until school starts again, we're going to King's Cross together. Don't worry, Lily is such a nice girl, same age as you and me."
"Look here Adrienne, how am I supposed to know who she is? I don't know what she looks like for gosh sakes!"
"Don't worry about it James. I've described you to her, so I daresay she'll recognize you. Now please hurry, you're going to be late!"
James sniffed. Obviously his sister had done him a terrible injustice. He looked into the mirror and stared at his reflection. Adrienne had probably described him as a monster to the girl, he wasn't that ugly. With a resigned sigh, he went out the door and set off at a slow pace. Hands in his pockets and whistling like he had all the time in the world.
"Boys are the most provoking toads in the universe! The world would be a much better place if it were run by women and girls only. Why, they have no consideration at all!" But if she saw that a few blocks later James took his hands out of his pocket, stopped whistling, pulled his cap down, and ran the rest of the way to the station; she might've changed her mind.
The muggle steam engine was just arriving as James ran into the station, red as a tomato and breathing is gasps. After catching his breath, James headed to where people were pouring out into the platform.
"Suppose she'll be wearing her hair up in one of those thingamabobs like every other girl in this place! However am I going to find her?" James thought to himself. He spotted a a good-looking girl with a small hat perched daintily on top of her head and wearing the latest style of petticoats.
"Must be her." James murmured. Gathering up his confidence, he strode over to the girl who was chatting to some other girls, not appearing to be waiting for someone.
"Excuse me, would you be Miss Lily Evans?" James asked, congratulating himself on the elegant tone he was using.
The girl just looked at him. "No, I am not." she replied, and turned back to her companions.
Flustered, James walked away. "Where in the world is she?"