Hogwarts has been socially run by the marauders for five years, Lorelei intends to change that.
Meanwhile, Voldemort rises to power.
(It's a very slow burn, buckle up)
(Also, not a happy ending)
James Potter x OC
started: June 13, 2022
finished:...
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"You all should know why you're here." Flitwick started. Using his wand, he sent parchment paper to each student. "I understand you're all here for varying reasons, and I've prepared lines for you all if you'll read the top of your page."
Lorelei looked at the parchment as it arrived in front of her. At the top it read: Eveningcurfew begins at nine - sixty lines.
Grabbing her quill, Lorelei began writing her lines.
Evening curfew begins at nine.
Evening curfew begins at nine.
Evening curfew begins at nine.
Evening curfew begins at nine.
Evening curfew begins at-
A folded piece of parchment landed right under her quill.
Slowly setting her quill down, Lorelei looked up from her page as she grabbed the parchment. Of course - James Potter was staring at her, grinning in the seat across from her. He nodded at her to unfold the parchment.
Unfolding it slowly, Lorelei looked down and read the quick scrawl: Meet me after detention in the corridor before the great hall.
Glancing up at Flitwick, who was annotating a textbook at the front of class, Lorelei quickly grabbed a small bit of parchment from her bag and wrote back: You can't be serious. We are in detention for being out past curfew and you want to go out past curfew again?
Once again making sure Flitwick wasn't looking, Lorelei spelled the parchment to fly across the room to James.
Going back to her lines, Lorelei wrote another ten lines (Evening curfew begins at nine) before another note from James landed in front of her, reading: Of course I'm not Sirius, I'm James. And this time I've brought my secret weapons.
Chuckling softly at the parchment, Lorelei tossed it in her bag without replying back.
By the time she reached her fortieth line, she was ready to go to the medical wing for how badly her hand started aching.
By her fiftieth, she was shaking her hand out every other letter.
And by her sixtieth, she swore to never write again.
The end of the line couldn't come from her quill tip fast enough as she scrawled a barely decipherable Evening curfew begins at nine. Quickly grabbing her parchment she walked quickly to the front of the class, presenting her punishment to Flitwick who mumbled a quick, "Thank you." As he continued working on annotating his book.
Grabbing her things and putting them in her bag, Lorelei noticed James had nearly filled his page with lines. Walking past him, she noticed he had completed fifty of the sixty lines he needed.
