We Were Bound | james potter

t w e n t y f o u r

chapter 24

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oi, evans!
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No one noticed the fact that both James' and Faeryn's magical signatures altered, or if they did, no one had enough care to discuss it.

The rest of the summer progressed as normal, daily activities of sneaking out hours past sunset to splash around in the dark with only one Lumos to light the river, cliche experiments with marijuana which turned into a common activity, extra remnants of silencing charms that Euphemia and Fleamont didn't have the guts to scold Remus and Sirius for, (more like the guts to hear what the silencing charms were hindering.)

The bond between Faeryn and Remus was at a standstill, at no time did it grow stronger or weaker since the evening that James gifted her the necklace.   

Remus huffed as he pulled both his and Faeryns trunks behind him, carefully worded pleadings of 'You don't love me!' and 'I would do the same for you, Remmy!' were finally able to crack Remus' insistence of his sister carrying her own trunk to their part of the train.

"Pete!" Faeryn grinned beside him, as she picked up the speed of her steps to reach the boy with a flush all over his body from the unexpected praise. She reached into her pocket with an excited smile on her face, as Remus tuned out the conversation to pretend to be struggling with the weight of the two trunks, (he wasn't struggling, he was a werewolf for fucksake.)

James paused mid-conversation as he was enthusiastically talking to Sirius about the possible outcomes of their welcoming prank that was to come, his ears carefully trained on the conversation taking place between Fae and Peter.

"—And we were in Diagon Alley and I saw this poster and it reminded me so much of you! So I thought 'hey why not' and went ahead and bought it. I hope it's right, I couldn't remember if you liked the Chudley Cannons or not but I got it anyway. And I don't know... I think it would look good—" She rambled.

James directed his eyes to the floor.

She saw a Chudley Cannons poster and thought of Peter? Merlin half of his room is covered in their merchandise! Also, she was rambling! Why was she rambling? Faeryn only rambles when she's nervous, why would she be nervous talking to Peter—

"Mate?" Sirius' voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Sorry, did you say something?" he asked shamelessly.

Sirius' lips formed into a knowing grin as he glanced at James, and he shook his head as he trained his eyes forward again.

"Nah, just looked like you were zoning out, is all," he stated, and James chuckled humorlessly before he continued his previous conversation with Sirius as they stepped onto the train.

Walking through the narrow passageway to their usual compartment, he passed Mary and Faeryn lingering outside of the cubicle next to theirs whispering in hushed tones to a smirking Marlene Mckinnon.

"—Shagging Dorcas Meadowes! Are you serious, that Ravenclaw kid? Why didn't you tell us?" Mary was saying excitedly as Faeryn beamed at her friend.

Everyone was getting into relationships except for him.

That fact was deemed more true as Peter began to talk rapidly as he gestured wildly with his hands describing his summer which was filled with his muggle neighbor sneaking into his room at night.

Merlin, even Peter had a girlfriend!

It's not that he couldn't get into a relationship, many girls gazed longingly at him in the great hall, or would nervously ask him on dates to Hogsmeade. He could have almost any girl he wanted.