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I'm still not too sure if I actually like this chater, so please tell me what you think. Now that my exams are over, I'm going to have much more time to update and so thankfully the chapters will be more regularly posted and you won't have to wait as long. I'm sorry it's not very long but I will eventually get better ! Here it is anyhow:
Chapter 4
The morning sunlight shone through the partially opened curtain and on to the currently dishevelled and awakening figure of James. After rolling on to his back and untwisting the tangled quilt from beneath himself he sat up slowly and put on his glasses, which were located on the small table beside him. With a groan he then rotated his neck several times in order to try to remove the cramp that resided there. Kicking off the cover entirely and climbing to his feet, James winced at the aching pains he could already feel in his back. He had now decided that sleeping on the sofa was definitely not as fun as it sounded!
He bent down to pick up the blue quilt and red pillow he had been using that night and quickly stuffed them back in the wooden cupboard in the hallway- hurriedly closing the door again to ensure they did not fall out again.
It had taken over three hours and a calming drought to entirely settle Harry down again after the 'sugar incident' and even then Lily had blatantly refused to allow him to sleep in their bedroom afterwards! He realised he'd done wrong- again- but clearly this wasn't enough for her and she believed he deserved to be further punished for his actions.
Throughout the night he had had little sleep, tossing and turning and watching the clock as the hours passed by. With time on his hands he had also created an ingeniously spectacular (or so he thought) plan in order to win back Lily's affection.
As Sirius had informed him on a regular basis, food was the key to a woman's heart and so he planned to cook Lily a delicious breakfast and then apologise profusely – on his hands and knees if he had to! With a smile at the plan he was so sure could not possibly fail him; he ruffled his pink bed-hair and headed to the kitchen.
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Twenty minutes later and a pyjama clad James was standing outside his and Lily's bedroom door balancing a tray precariously in one hand. The more-than-slightly burnt toast and yellow runny mess he had the nerve to call scrambled eggs had been placed quite artistically onto a flowery dinner plate and a champagne flute filled to the brim with fresh orange juice stood next to it with a napkin and the cutlery.
James knocked on the door twice before opening it and grinning at the prospect of being forgiven and freed from the jinxes inflicted upon him (after many fruitless attempts he had given trying to remove them himself). As he steadily entered the bedroom, careful not to wobble the tray he carried, his grin faded…and faded…and faded until it was finally wiped from his face.
"Damn!" he cursed as he spotted the pristine room and found it… well, empty!
A piece of folded parchment lay at the foot of the bed with his name wrote in purple ink along the top. After placing the breakfast tray on the cabinet top he unfolded the note with haste and read it.
'James' it said
'Harry and I…'
"Damn!" he thought, "She's took him too! What am I going to do all day?" With a pet lip he continued to read on in a sulk.
'are at Martha's house. We will be back tonight. Keep the house tidy. Do not come to find or collect us- if you value your dignity and do not want to be jinxed again.
Lily.'
To anyone else the note would sound quite pleasant- apart from the small matter of the threat of course- but James knew by the abrupt and unfeeling sentences and by the short length of the note that he was still in deep trouble with her.
Musing what to do next he sat down on the double bed, creasing its' perfectly straightened crème sheets in the process, and began to eat the breakfast he had so lovingly prepared. A mouthful or two later, James admitted defeat and banished the abysmally cooked food with practised flick of his wand.
"Maybe I'm not such a wonderful cook after all," he acknowledged with a slight chuckle as the realisation finally dawned.
Authors Note: Please review! You know the reviews really do help me to update quicker, I need to know what you think of the story so far. I hope to get the new chapter typed and uploaded in the next week :)