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Chapter 2: Wherever I Am, There He Is
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Number 8:
James Potter has an impressive knack for finding me wherever I happen to be. I can be in studying in the library, sitting in the common room, or out on the grounds, but you name it, he can find me.
I can be in up in the girls' dormitory, and he'll be waiting at the bottom of the stairs to "escort" me to dinner or some rubbish like that. The impressive thing is, he never seems to try. He doesn't act like he searched all over creation for me, just as though he chose to look there, and there I was!
I wonder how he does it. If I could just get away from Potter, I could avoid being asked out. Because whenever he seeks me out, he usually asks me out. Therefore, if he couldn't seek me out, he couldn't ask me out.
Did that make sense?
Potter's knack for finding me leads me to the reason for Number Eight.
Tonight, I was in the library researching the properties of moonstones for Potions. Normally, it would be easy to find someone in the library, but I was in the very back where there are no windows and it's rather dark and dingy. Let's just say it's not the first place that you would look for someone.
He found me.
Not that I was hiding, but he found me there, of all places. I think Potter must have spies keeping track of my every move.
I was trying to reach a book on a particularly high shelf when he strolled into the row of books where I was and asked which book I was trying to reach. I tried ignoring him, I really did, but I was getting tired of jumping and I was too lazy to go and get a chair to stand on. Serves me right for being so lazy.
I ended up telling Potter which book I wanted and he reached up and took down for me. Or rather I thought that he had gotten it down for me. He held it above his head, where he knew full well that I couldn't reach it. Then, he demanded that I go out with him in exchange for the book.
A well placed kick to the shins and Potter handed over the book.
Number 9:
I'm more convinced than ever that Potter has spies telling him where I am, or something to that effect. Maybe he has me bugged…. no, that can't be it; electricity doesn't work in Hogwarts. Blast. It was a good theory for two seconds.
I was at Hagrid's for tea because he invited me to bring a friend for tea sometime while I was there for my detention. Anyway, there my friend Hestia Jones and I were, talking with Hagrid in his kitchen, when someone knocks on the door. I thought it was probably one of the professors, possibly Professor Kettleburn since he teaches Care of Magical Creatures. Sometimes he needs help with a large and dangerous creature, and that seems to what Hagrid likes best.
Hagrid opened up the door and who else would be standing there but James Potter himself. I coughed into my tea and nearly spilt it. Hestia had to grab my biscuit, which I had dropped, and slapped me on the back a few times before I could breathe properly again.
It seems Hagrid had invited Potter to tea as well when Potter was at a detention of his own. Apparently, they're on quite good terms and he often has tea with Hagrid.
Bugger. Hagrid's awful nice; I wouldn't want to turn down tea with him just because I might run into Potter. Merlin knows I can run into him just as many other places.
Potter aside, Hestia and I had a lovely time. Well, Hestia doesn't mind Potter like I do, so it wasn't torture for her like it was for me. A
We were all walking back up to the castle when Potter decided to ask me out. He's certainly not shy, that's certain. I mean, Hestia was standing right there, and he says fairly nonchalantly, "Hey Evans, would you go out with me?"
I don't even need to say what my answer was.
I suppose he's already proved that he's not in the least bit shy, but still… I don't like being asked out in front of other people. Shouldn't it be just the two people in question? Having a friend along sort of takes the romance out of it. Not that there was ever any romance with Potter to begin with, but still. It's the principle of the thing.
What is it with Potter needing to ask me out on a regular basis when the answer is clearly going to be 'no'? The answer will always be 'no', and that will never change.
Never ever.
Number 10:
Today was a Hogsmeade visit, which I normally would have enjoyed, but Potter decided that he and his friends were going to spend time with my friends and me. I should have realized from the start that no good could come of that.
They first met up with us at the Three Broomsticks where we all enjoyed a nice butterbeer, and the boys insisted on paying for us. That part wasn't so bad.
We then wandered over to Honeydukes and bought some chocolate to eat while roaming around the village. Potter actually bought everyone, not just me thank Merlin, a slab of chocolate, which despite the fact that Potter gave it to me, was rather tasty.
As we wandered around and ate our chocolate, Remus Lupin and I started a conversation about the essay that Professor McGonagall assigned for Transfiguration. Despite that fact that he's friends with Potter, Remus is much less mischief inclined than his friends, and much more sensible. He's more the type of guy that I could like.
Right in the middle of our discussion, Potter had to butt in and join our conversation. Potter gave Remus a death glare and Remus took the hint that he wanted to talk with me. Stupid Potter, ruining my perfectly good conversation with a guy who's actually nice.
Potter and I talked about Quidditch for a while. He nearly fell over when I admitted that I didn't understand Quidditch. He then proceeded to explain all of the rules, positions, etc. to me, and I hate to admit it, but the game does make a little bit more sense now.
But, as usual, he ruined it by asking me out.
Me: "You had to ask didn't you? We were having a nice time until you just had to ruin it!"
Potter: "Sorry."
Me: "No, you're not! Leave me alone!"
Potter: "Wait, Evans, I said I was sorry!"
Me: "I said leave me alone!"
I didn't feel much like being around everyone after that, so I went back to the castle to work on my Transfiguration essay.
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