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James was grumpy for the rest of the morning. When lunchtime came around, James contented himself by eating as much as he could.
"You know," Henry said as he watched his friend scarf down everything in eyesight. "It's usually women who eat away their feelings."
"Sh-'up." James replied with his mouth full of baked potato. "I'm staa'vin."
Henry shrugged and pulled his schedule out of his bag. "We have Potions class next in the dungeons with Professor Vesperelli."
James frowned. "Vesperelli?" He grabbed the schedule and stared at the spot for potions. "What happened to Slughorn?" As he spoke he sprayed bits of potato all over the paper.
"Dunno…maybe he retired. He was getting old." He cringed and held the schedule by the corner.
"That sucks…" James frowned. "He really liked me. I could get away with anything in his class. Oh, sorry about that." James wiped off the remains of this lunch from the schedule.
Henry sighed and stood up.
"Where you goin'?" James asked.
"For a walk." Henry started walking towards the main doors.
"Wait up, man!" James grabbed three tuna-salad sandwiches and chased after him.
They went out to the banks of the Great Lake and sat down in the grass. Henry watched the water shimmer with the sun's light while James ate his lunch.
"You know," James said as he liked tuna from his fingertips. "I wonder if girls think about guys, as much as guys think about girls…"
Henry laughed. "No way…guys like girls too much."
James also laughed. "You said it, man." He yawned and stretched his limbs.
"You're so obsessed with Audrey, just asker her out already." Henry said. "She's so nice, she probably will say yes anyways."
"Ah…sorry, Henry." James replied. "You're probably really annoyed with all my Audrey-obsessing."
"Hey, it's no big deal." Henry paused for a moment. "Do you think we have enough time to grab our brooms?
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James kicked off the ground for the first time that school. His hair flew up as he rose high into the air. "Henry!" He yelled. "You comin?"
"Yeah!" Henry kicked off as well, and rose up to James's level.
"You sure we won't get yelled at for this?" James asked.
"Since when did you care about getting in trouble?" Henry snorted.
James shrugged. "Good point."
They both flew towards the great lake at great speeds. Henry flew so low, that he could reach out and touch the surface of the water.
These school brooms suck... James thought. They didn't have enough time to retrieve their own brooms from the dormitory, so they had to borrow some from the school broom shed.
The quidditch pitch was right ahead. It looked so inviting with its banners of red, blue, yellow and green.
They dove towards the pitch and flew in circles in the outer rim, waving victoriously to invisible fans.
"I can't wait for the first match!" James screamed.
Henry was practicing a barrel roll up and down the field and James watched appreciatively.
"When did you learn that?"
"During the summer!" Henry shouted back. "Remember when I was at my cousin Zack's house for a month?"
"Yeah!"
"He taught me!"
James grinned. Henry's cousin, Zack, was a member of the Gryffindor quidditch team last year. Zack was in his seventh year at the time, so James only got to play alongside him for a year. But Zack was an amazing player, one of the greatest chasers James had ever seen. He wasn't too smart when it came to his classes, but he was a genius at quidditch.
"How's Zack doing?"
"He wants to try out for the Appleby Arrows."
"Awesome! He should totally go for it!" James flew around in a tight circle once.
"You kidding me! The Arrows are making a comeback this year. They're winning more and more! You gotta be really good to play for them."
"I think he can make it! He's got skills."
After flying around for 15 more minutes, they headed back towards the school. Completely windswept and exhilerated, they placed the brooms safely in the shed. As soon as they turned around, Professor Damek was staring back angrily at them. "You two come with me."
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"Flying brooms on the school ground without permission, especially for underage wizards, is not permitted!"
James and Henry were standing in front of Damek's desk in the transfiguration classroom. He was shaking his head and pacing like he always did.
"Professor Damek." Henry started.
"I don't want to hear it, Solomon." Damek snapped. "You may be a good student, but when you are with James, you're up to no good."
"All we did was fly!" James said. "We didn't hurt anyone!"
Damek glared at both of them. "You both have an evening detention with me after dinner. Report here and I will put you to work."
James and Henry walked out of his room coolly. It wasn't their first time having a detention. But now, it was time for classes to begin, so they made their way towards the dungeons.
Professor Vesperelli was already sitting behind her desk. Her long, beaky nose was buried in a book and she was wildly writing on a piece of parchment with her free hand.
James and Henry sat down behind two Slytherin girls and waited for the rest of the class to file in. When the last person was seated, the doors swung closed by themselves, emitting a clang so loud that everyone, except for Vesperelli, jumped.
She stood up slowly, her maroon robes trailed behind her like a fountain. "Good afternoon, class." She spoke with a thick Italian accent. "I am Professor Vesperelli. You may be wondering what happened to Professor Slughorn…"
"Did you eat him?" James said softly. The students right around him giggled.
She looked directly at him. "Is something funny, young man?"
"No, not at all." James avoided eye contact.
She paused for a moment and looked at him. James could feel her brown eyes piercing him like a muggle x-ray.
"What is your name?"
"James Potter."
Her lips curled into a smile. "Any relation to the famous Harry Potter?"
"He's my dad."
She laughed slowly. "Very good…well I hope you are as promising a wizard as he was." Vesperelli turned away and returned to her introduction. "Professor Slughorn retired last year. He is slowly growing weaker, so it only makes sense. Many of you will miss him but…"
She pulled out her wand and gave it a flick. Thick textbooks soared out of cabinets in the back of the room and landed in front of each of the student. All the books were incredibly old and written on the front in peeling gold letters was 'Standard Potions Theory: Level 3.'
"…My class will be just as fun."