The Better Chaser; James Potter

Chapter 23- First Order Meeting

We landed in a large field and in front of us stood this grand house. It was probably three stories in height and was the only house in sight for miles. I looked up at Dumbledore who gave me a reassuring smile and a nod and I followed him to the house. I then looked down as I started walking, careful not to trip on anything, when I realized I had not changed since the quidditch match.

Oh my god I probably smell like arse from sweating during the game!

And my clothes! I mean it wasn't horrible but still not first order meeting appropriate,

I was wearing black leggings on the tight long sleeve workout shirt and my sneakers were muddy from the game. My hair was still up in a what is probably super messy ponytail and I'm pretty sure I have dirt on my face from the fall, as well as on the rest of my clothes. My arm was in a sling and I was limping a bit because of my sore hip. 

Wow they are definitely not going to take me seriously 

If there were two thing I learned coming from a pureblooded family is that first impressions matter and you should always be the best dressed in the room.

I'm screwed. 

Maybe I could find a bathroom and clean up or something

When we reached the door, Dumbledore knocked, and a tall broad man opened the door for us. He looked oddly familiar, but I could not put my finger on where I saw him before. He looked a bit old for a parent but his eyes were blazing with youth far below his years. His curly dark hair was peppered with graying hairs, but he was overall handsome for his age. 

"Ah Dumbledore!" He greeted with a large grin on his face. 

"Fleamont!" Dumbledore matched his tone, grinning himself. They both shook hands eagerly as Fleamont ushered us inside,

"You must be Reigna Watson, pleasure to meet you," He directed towards me and offered out his hand. I didn't expect him to know my name but I smiled at him politely and shook his hand back,

"Yes sir, it's a pleasure to meet you as well," 

"I've heard a lot about you," he said mischievously

"I hope good things," I said laughing slightly. I looked at Dumbledore and hoped he really only said good things, 

 "Oh I didn't say anything," Dumbledore said amused as he raised his arms defensively, "I was going to reveal everything at the meeting today, couldn't say anything until everyone was gathered in a secure location," I nodded understandably but then I realized,

"Wait than how have you heard a lot about me?" I asked Fleamont confused. His grin dropped for a second in panic and he was about to explain himself before he was interrupted by a woman who came and put her arm around his waist,

"Hello, Dumbledore! Always great to see you," She greeted in a similar cheery tone. She also looked eerily familiar, I could have sworn her eyes were so familiar. When she caught Fleamont's expression she said teasingly, "and what has my husband done this time?" 

"Oh nothing at all!" I defended him. Her eyes darted towards me before a look of recognition came on her face and her mouth made an 'o' shape. She turned to her husband and whispered to him a few things of which I only caught a few sentences of like, 'Reigna Watson', 'much taller than I expected', 'I know he said she was pretty, but she is way prettier than what he described!' and 'that dumb boy'.

I tried to make sense of it but couldn't really make sense of it, although I did blush when she said I was pretty. That was really sweet of her, especially considering what I looked like now. Dumbledore then cleared his throat which caught the woman's attention,