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1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK
March 4, 2019
"PROFESSOR, I REALLY don't think that detention is necessary!" Lysander exclaimed as Flitwick shoved the four of them into his classroom.
"Yeah Professor! It wasn't even the worst one we've done this month!" Fred added as he nodded emphatically.
"Enough!" Flitwick exclaimed. "You will sit at the desks and think about what you've done. I've provided parchment and quills in case if you'd like to write any of it down. You will be here until dinner because Professor Longbottom has an important conference."
"Come on, Professor!" James exclaimed, trying to reason with him. "It's not our bloody fault that we got caught!"
"Mr. Potter ... " Flitwick grumbled. "Sit. Sit down or I'll give you more detention. With Mr. Filch."
All four boys stopped talking and sat at desks beside each other, but upon receiving a stink eye from Flitwick, moved one desk apart from each other. James rolled his eyes and brought out a golden snitch from his school bag. He threw it up in the air and caught it again and again — bored out of his mind.
"Please put the snitch away," Flitwick instructed, not looking up from the papers he was grading.
James rolled his eyes and continued to throw it up in the air — catching it every time. The evening sun reflected off of the gold — displaying its brilliance on the walls on either side. Lysander's eyes trailed the light on the wall, also bored. He wished he could fall asleep anywhere like Fred ( who was currently snoring two desks behind him ).
"I don't want to have to repeat myself, Mr. Potter," Flitwick said as he looked up with an annoyed look in his eyes.
"Fine, fine," James mumbled. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."
He caught the snitch one final time and tucked it into his bag. These detentions were always the worst. At least detentions with Filch — while the longest type of detention and probably the strictest — gave him something to do whether it be polishing trophies or cleaning broom closets. In detentions with Flitwick, he didn't have anything to do.
He picked up the self-refilling quill that Flitwick had provided and started scratching small stars and drawing a snitch. He drew Lily's name with his last name. James and Lily Potter. Lily and James Potter. He thought he preferred the former. He drew their names in a heart — one day he'd win her.
