꧁𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕔𝕜꧂; 𝙅𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙪𝙨

𝕋𝕨𝕠 ✌︎︎

"You're not invited." Sirius tells his brother at the table where he is selling tickets to a school dance. "Everybody's invited, Sirius. It's and all school dance." Regulus stated.

"The operative word being 'dance'" Sirius laughed. He turns to his best friend, Peter Pettigrew, and mumbles to him, "Embarrassing~." The duo laughs at his joke.

The younger Black rolls his eyes, "Don't worry, I'm just going there to cover it for the school paper." He explained as the laughter dies down.

"Oh."

Peter turns to Sirius. "Are you taking your camera with you to California?", he asked. "Of course I am Peter-"

"Because we still need photos of James for our scrapbook/plan book!" Peter chimed in. He pulled out a maroon and gold book that was covered with pictures of James Potter. Regulus' eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly.  Sirius just smiled and took a hold of the book, as if it would break any second.

"Pictures of him talking, walking, singing, dancing, moving, breathing..." Peter grinned dreamily, looking into the distance as he spoke.

Regulus, however, was beginning to question his brother's sanity. He almost felt bad for the celebrity knowing that there are crazy fans in the world who basically knows when the teenage boy uses the bathroom.

"Why are you two so hung up on this guy" He criticized. Sirius and Peter looked at him as if he just poured milk before cereal in his bowl.

"This guy?!" Peter snapped mockingly. Sirius shook his head slowly and turned to Peter. "Now you see what I live with." He muttered.

"Poor you." Peter replied with sympathy in his tone. Sirius then turned his attention back to Regulus.

"Little brother. When we go to L.A, you can go paint little elves with Grandma... but I'm... I'm going to meet James Potter and become best friends forever." He said determinedly and Peter nodded. Regulus stood there with his eyebrows raised as he just stared at them.

"And how exactly are you planning on achieving that" He asked sarcastically.  Sirius cleared his throat and Peter opened the book.

"Well as you can see, we've mapped out his every move, so we know when and where he's most likely to be every second of the day. About the time we leave for L.A, he'll be having his daily meeting with his managers!" He explained with excitement lacing in his voice.

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Fleamont Potter, James' father, who is also his manager walks in carrying a large cardboard cut out of James as his wife, Euphemia Potter who is also James' mother and manager walks in.

"He's late." She sighs. Her husband turns to her. "He'll be here." He reassured.

"You need to manage him better." She says, facing him. He sighs, "Hello? We both manage him."

As they were bickering, James comes down the stairs and walks up to his parents. His mom looks at him and tells him, "You're late." He goes to his mother and kisses her cheek, apologizing. James then goes up to his dad and hugs him.

"How are you feeling, son?" His father asked. James smiled at him, trying to calm down his nerves. "Great. Excited." He responded. His mother looks at him, realizing that her son isn't dressed formally. "Oh honey, you could've cleaned up a bit." She says while messing with a sleeve of his T-shirt.

James' face became confused and he lifts up his arm and smells his arm pit. "I'm totally clean." He stated. His mom stepped back towards her husband. "He looks like a street kid, not a movie star."

"He looks fine." His father looked at him. "Just be yourself, James."

James smiles at him. "Alright."

The doorbell rings and James ran towards the door with his mom right behind him. "She's here." She said. The family straightened up as the door opened. "Rita, please come in!" James' mom grinned. A middle-aged woman walked in with a big smile on her face.

"Euphemia." She greets. "Fleamont. Great place you got here." She complimented. "Oh, ah, actually it's James'... we just kinda work here." Fleamont points his index finger of both hands forward different times repeatedly. They all grinned, but Euphemia laughed. Rita then looks at James.

"Ah, alright. James Potter." She holds out her hand for him to shake and he does. "Ms. Skeeter." James greets.

"My twin son and daughter are big fans of yours!"

"Oh, great." He smiles as his mother inputs an "aww".

Rita lets go of his hand and walks past the three of them. "This is great!" She smiles. "I love this." She then walks to three canvases on the front wall of James with an electric guitar, in different poses.

Rita walks down more stairs. "I love this, I love this, rock 'n' roll. Hello Cleveland!" At this point, she's at the front wall, having the rock symbol on both of her hands, her index finger and pinky pointing up while her thumb holds her middle and ring fingers down while she faces the wall; her back to the three. Rita then laughs, turning her head to them as they sit down on the sofa, laughing.

"Awesome, uh, got this album at home, the twins love this, Marauders. Alright, you know let's get right to the point, let's get right to it. I've been watching you and I like what I see. You are a talented kid. You sing, you dance, I hope you can act-"

"Yeah." James inputs briefly.

"Because I like you for this movie."

Fleamont puts hand on Euphemia's knee as she squeals at the news, turning to James and grins.

James puts his hand out in front of her. "Thank you ma'am, coming from you it would be such an honor to work with someone like-" Rita interrupts him.

"My people don't necessarily agree with me." She says with a finger pointing up. "See, all they see is a spoilt punk that likes to tangle with the paparazzi." Rita stated, picking up a Starstruck magazine with the headline:

"𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥?"
sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇʟʟs ᴀʟʟ.

James looks down guiltily as Fleamont stands up. "Rita, you know how tabloids are. They manipulate those photos to-"

"Fleamont, I get it." Rita nods. "Look, all I'm saying is that a chance like this comes along once in a lifetime. And I want to give you a shot, but you have to prove you're a serious and committed actor."

James nods slightly and asks, "How do I do that?"

"On Monday, I'm going to meet with my people and try to sell them on you. In the mean time, keep your face out of the tabloids. No press; good or bad." Rita tells him and he nods.

"I can do that."

"In fact, stay home." Rita gives a slight laugh.

"Alright."

"Thank you ma'am, I appreciate it." James shakes her hand.

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