AN: Turns out I updated this story everywhere but here. Alas, enjoy!

If you hadn't noticed before, I am the sort of person who gets annoyed easily by everything and nothing at the same time, which obviously works in my favor ("As if."). Oh, wait, yeah, we're back to me again. Meghan. Hi. In case you hadn't noticed from the tone I was using right here ("Which I basically always use. But that's another point."). It probably won't come as a surprise then, that I had been mumbling furiously under my breath after my lovely meeting with Lexa. ("Why the hell is she so annoyingly bright and bubbly and kind all the time? It's nauseating."). I don't think I'll ever get what James sees in her, nor am I getting why exactly I am helping with all of this again in the first place, but that's something I might find out. Eventually. If all the stars are aligned and the planets are in the right house. Or something. ("Yeah, I really believe that I'll find it out. Because obviously Divination and Astronomy are my strong suit."). But alas, let's move on with the story, now shall we?

While it did get rather on my nerves, I wasn't quite surprised that it took James a week and a half to seek me out again. That boy obviously had a too busy life, which in a way made me totally envious, cause I basically have none, but alas, it's not my forte. Also I'm not too social so I'm not minding it too much. And it wasn't my grade I had to worry about so all was good. It was his own responsibility if he failed Muggle Studies and therefore I was going to let him come to me. Even if that made me a terrible helper, which, to be fair, I probably was.

The day he came up to me, I was sitting in the hallway again, curled up into a windowsill and a book in my lap. Without any warning or greeting or even an apology whatsoever, he pushed my legs aside so he could sit next to me and sighed.

'How do you read?' he asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes. 'Good afternoon to you too. And really, no problem, I'll move my legs so you can sit.' I idly turned a page while I said all this, not even bothering to look up at James. James, however, seemed intend to ignore what I just said and ploughed on. 'No, seriously, how do you read so much?'

'I open books, James,' I said, still not bothering to look up from my book. 'I open them, let my eyes flow past the words and the sentences and take it all in, lose myself in the story, and just read. Really, you ought to try and open a book someday. It might enlighten you.'

'I can read, you know,' James said slightly irritated. I sighed and closed my book. 'Then why are you asking? Is it because the story is boring? Is it because you're distracted? Honestly, I can't help you if you don't throw me a bone here. I can't do the work for you, you know. You're the one who's wanting to impress Lexa, not me. Honestly, being in her presence for ten minutes is already too much for me, but at least I'm doing my part of the deal by actually finding out what she likes! Now go do yours!' This was something I probably should not have said, and I was proved right shortly thereafter, cause of course James was a teenage boy who couldn't keep his hormones in check. I should have known.

'You found out what she likes?' I rolled my eyes.

'Yes, I did, and you'd better start reading that book and telling me what it was all about, otherwise you don't have a chance this holiday to find it out for yourself when I can actually show you. Though, be warned, I will be blinding myself, as I don't want to see it. And actually not hear it either, but that's another matter entirely. Now what is your problem with that reading thing?' While I stared at him, waiting impatiently for my answer, I suddenly noticed that James did not look quite comfortable. That he hated books was something I gathered already, but whatever the problem was, it seemed to be bothering him, and for the love of everything I could not think of any reason what might have caused him to be that way.

'This is probably going to sound insane,' he finally said. I decided not to prompt him, or make a comment on how I could possibly think it would be strange after having been introduced to the concept of magic and all that it could do at the age of eleven. It would be rude and I did offer to help him, so sarcastic comments wouldn't do. Not now at least. He frowned and seemed to be struggling to find the right words before continuing.

'It's like... I dunno if people bewitched my books or something, but it seems like, when I read, that the letters seem to jump all over the place, making it hard to read. It takes forever to do homework and stuff like that and having to read a book for a subject... it's torture.' I frowned a bit, while he shut down after that, avoiding my gaze. It was not a problem I myself had a problem with, but it did sound familiar and it made me wonder how James could think it might've been a spell causing it all.

'James?' I asked. 'Do you have dyslexia?' It seemed like the one possible explanation for it all, and if he did have that, I could suddenly understand his struggle with subjects like Muggle Studies. Reading a book, no matter which subject it was needed for, would be hell.

'Do I have what?' He stared at me very confused. I raised an eyebrow.

'Have you honestly never heard of dyslexia?' James shook his head. I sighed. 'It's not as uncommon as you think. Loads of people suffer from it and it does make reading hard. How come you never mentioned this to any one of your familymembers? Especially your aunt? There are lots of ways to help people. There is no cure as far as I know, but on the Muggle school I went to they printed testsheets in a larger font and people got more time to complete a test, for instance. I do think audioversions might work for some as well. I'm sure there are more options, maybe even magical ones, but that would require some research.' I frowned. 'Though it might just not be so common in magical folks. I don't know.' This would be interesting to look into.

'So... my books are not bewitched and I'm not either?' It was almost cute how worried he had been about that, but it also showed how much it bothered him that he hadn't spoken to anyone about it, apparently.

'I don't think so, no.' I frowned again. 'Anyway, I think that the only thing I can help you with for now, or maybe you can even do it yourself, is to enlarge the book. The font will get bigger as well and it might make it easier for you to read. Other than that, all I can do is try and find some books about it, though you might want to owl your parents or aunt about it too. Surely your father must've heard about it as well, and maybe they can help you find solutions.' James looked torn, and with his pride and ego he was notorious for, I could guess he didn't like asking for help.

'Do it. It will help you in the long run and might leave you with more time to do stuff you actually like to do if there can be found a solution that works for you.' I smiled at him sympathetically. It must not be easy to find it all out. James seemed to look torn for quite a few moments more, before he sighed and nodded. 'I'll try.'

'I'll go look as much up as I can for you as well. If you do write them, they can also contact me if they want. I'm sure we can cover more ground when we all work together.' James nodded again, still seemingly lost in thought.

'I'll... go and try enlarge it. Thanks, Meghan.' I smiled again.

'Anytime.' James managed a halfsmile before he walked away, still not quite himself yet. I was quite worried about him, but I was sure he would bounce back as well. He was that sort of guy. I sighed again, put away my book in my bag and left for the library. I had searching to do.