Im so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been extremely busy. I have school stuff and now the holidays are coming up! Im going to try to update as much as I can, but there probably won't anything next weekend or the weekend after that. I have Thanksgiving and a parade for dance. Also have my dance show for school, projects, and exams coming up. I promise to update as much as I can over Christmas. I'm helping a friend plan a New Years Party, but other than that I'm free!
This is pretty much a filler chapter. I really wanted to update so I just thought of this. The next chapter has two parts. So it will be a lot more interesting and longer.
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter.
James couldn't remember when he started hating Christmas. He guessed it all started when he was seven and his parent didn't get him the broomstick he wanted. All he knew now is that he couldn't stand the holiday. He thought the decorations and the carolers were too cheesy and he hated having to spend the whole day with his family. Everyone acted too damn happy. They wore fake smiles and asked each other about what was going on in their lives when they were only interested in giving out their good news.
James would usually play pranks with Teddy. It helped make Christmas more bearable, but this year Teddy was staying at the Malfoy house for Christmas, a fact that made James hate the holiday even more. He couldn't wait for dinner to be over so he could go get high and text his friends.
"So, Ron and Hermione, how's the new house?" Aunt Fleur asked.
"It's absolutely gorgeous. We're almost done remodeling. We're planning on having a small get together when were finished. "Hermione said.
"And how do you like your new school Hugo? Hugo?" His grandmother had to ask his name twice to get his attention. Hugo head snapped up.
"Huh? Oh it's fine." Hugo said before looking back down at his food.
"Oh, okay." Molly said disappointedly "James, what have you been up to lately?"
'Well if you really want to know, I snogged Torri Bridge yesterday.' James thought with a smirk. However, to save his grandmother the heart attack, He decided to say, "We won our game against Slytherin. 310 to 150."
"Which reminds me, Al, are you ever planning on joining the Quidditch team?" Uncle George asked.
"Well, their Seeker in his seventh year, so probably next year. I guess." Al said with a shrugged.
"I just hope he doesn't let his grades slip. Professor McGonagall said he's ranked number one in the class."Ginny said. James thought it was funny how his mother found a way to slide that comment in. Talking about Al and big brain was Ginny second favorite thing to talk about. Her first favorite was to talk about cooking. James was also happy with Al being smart. It meant he got his homework done a lot quicker. James glanced at Rose who looked like she was about to kill someone. Al's grades definitely weren't one of her favorite things to talk about. James looked across the table at Lily and they both silently chuckled.
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