Right, so I've not been very good at this whole weekly update business. I'm so sorry! Being back at college takes its toll. For those of you who are unaware of what A levels are, putting it into Potter terms, I'm getting ready to take my NEWTs and they are most definitely nastily exhausting! However, I now own a laptop- yay! So updating should be a tad easier now. On with the story. Enjoy- Bg.97 xx

"Hey beautiful." Lizzie jumped as a voice appeared behind her. She turned around to face a woman her age, with warm brown eyes and short brown hair in a pixie cut.

"Merlin Clara, you scared me."

Clara laughed and gave a playful wink, "You know you were buzzing to see me."

"Of course I was!" Lizzie confirmed before pulling her friend into a hug.

Clara had been the first person Lizzie had met at Hogwarts, and after they were both sorted into Ravenclaw, they became fast friends. It was strange really, when you considered how different they were from each other. Where Lizzie was quiet, it was as if Clara was permanently using a Sonorus charm. Where Lizzie was a jumper and jeans girl, Clara was a miniskirts and high heels girl. Where Lizzie would much rather curl up with a good book, Clara was getting smashed at a large party. In everything, they were complete opposites; yet in everything they were equals. A perfect balance.

"I heard about your promotion, well done!" Lizzie congratulated her friend as the pair took a seat in Fortescue's.

"Thank you. It's not that big a step up but at least Minister Shacklebolt thinks I'm good for something."

"Not that big a step up?" Lizzie scoffed, "You've been asked to represent Britain at the next European Magical Co-operation Summit. That's amazing!"

At this praise, Clara allowed herself a rare blush. "The Prophet are going to interview me. Shame it's not your department." As she said this, a cog turned in her mind. "Speaking of- It's been over an entire week, why am I yet to hear of your interview with the great James Sirius Potter? How did it go?"

Now it was Lizzie's turn to blush. "It was interesting… and that's to say the least."

"I bet it was! That boy is fucking gorgeous."

Lizzie went a deeper shade of crimson.

"What is he like?"

Lizzie's eyebrows raised, "Where do I even start? Mysterious, charismatic, slightly egotistical, bit of a prat."

Clara's shoulders sunk in disappointment. "Oh. It went badly then?"

"Well it wasn't going badly until…" her voice shrunk into a murmur.

"What was that?"

Lizzie gulped before repeating. "Until he asked me to go home with him."

Her friend's eyes widened opposite her. "What? What? What?!" Her voice went up an octave between each repeat. "Shit- that's insane. You are so lucky. Please, please say you said yes."

"Don't be ridiculous Clara, of course I didn't."

Clara kicked Lizzie under the table.

"Ow!"

"You bloody well deserved that."

Lizzie's mouth settled into an O shape. "How did I?"

"You could have had sex with James Potter and you said no."

Lizzie continued to stare blankly at her friend.

"The James Sirius Potter! As in Witch Weekly's five time Sexiest Wizard of the Year, and you could have seen him naked!"

She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "So what, I don't even know the guy, it doesn't matter that he's attractive.

Clara shook her head and stood up to leave. "I can't believe you. Come on, let's get out of here before my anger at you makes me do something stupid."

Clara grabbed Lizzie's hand and attempted to pull her out of the door but instead just pushing her into a solid figure, on which her coffee was now spilled.

"Shoot, I'm so sorry." Without looking up, she began to rub her sleeve to try and clear up the mess she'd made. The figure in front of her laughed.

"No problem at all."

Oh no. She recognised that voice. She looked up to face the man wearing her coffee and of course, his chocolate brown eyes were staring down at her and a smirk graced his features.

She awkwardly smiled. "Hi Mr Potter."

He grabbed her hand which lingered on his chest as he replied. "I've told you, the name is Jay."

Out on the street, Clara had only just noticed her friend's disappearance. She groaned and wandered back down to Fortescue's.

"Lizzie, what the hell is taking you so"-

It was at this point that she noticed the fact that her friend was pressed against a coffee stained James Sirius Potter. Clara paused.

"Shit, she didn't spill something on you, did she?"

Both James and Lizzie's heads shot up towards Clara, who had pulled out her wand and was casting a scourgify charm. She reached out her hand to shake James' .

"Clara Tempest. No need to ask who you are."

He laughed. "No I guess there isn't. Nevertheless, I'm James Potter."

Clara looked him up and down as she bit her bottom lip. "Believe me, I know."

Lizzie flushed red in embarrassment, and grabbed Clara's hand so as to pull her away. "I'm so sorry for this little altercation. I hope you liked the article. We'll leave now."

She walked out the door as fast as she could without seeming desperate.

"Elizabeth, wait."

Although she knew she should keep walking, she turned around, sighing as she did so,

James slipped his hands into his jeans pockets nervously and stepped forward. "I just wanted to say thank you for not telling my mum about… our little incident."

"What makes you think I haven't?"

"Well I'm stood here unharmed aren't I?" he chuckled. "I saw her in the week and if she had known, she wouldn't have kept quiet about it. So yeah, thanks."

Lizzie's eyes gleamed darkly. "Believe me when I say that I did that for the sake of my reputation; not yours. Have a nice day James."

And with that, she stormed off down Diagon Alley, Clara trailing behind her. When they had got far enough away from the scene, Clara let a small smile slip onto her face.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Oh nothing… Elizabeth."

"Clara?"

"Hmmm?"

"Shut up."

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