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#47 James in Wonderland (Part Two)

Forgot I'd finished writing this part! Hope you enjoy <3

James made his way through the tall grass, he had never been this size before, he imagined this is what it was like being an ant, so small that no one above could care less for his existence.

James wandered through the flowers and started to hear whispers, he looked around but couldn't see anyone else, yet the voices continued to speak. James paused when he swore he saw the bud of a flower, just blooming out of the ground, shake its head at him.

"Who's there?"

James got silence.

"Who's making those noises?"

James turned around and right there behind him a flower was lent over, staring at his small stature.

"I hardly think this is the Potter boy he spoke of"

James stood back in shock, "you just spoke to me"

The flower scoffed, "I wasn't speaking to you"

"But you were looking at me?"

"So?" The flower's uptight attitude repulsed James and he continued to walk away until he felt another set of eyes on him. James turned to see a selection of tulips staring down at him, one lent its stem forward and looked into James' eyes.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, I think it is him"

James appreciated this flower's kinder tone, "excuse me ma'am but what are you talking about?"

"What is your name?"

"James, James Potter ma'am"

The other flower scoffed, "he could be making that up! Just so we let him through!"

"That's a very specific name to make up" the flower turned back to James, "what are you doing here James Potter?"

"I'm trying to find a rabbit, patchy grey fur with a brown sweater and glasses? He has a little clock"

"Intriguing, perhaps he has made his way into the woods"

"You did not see him come through?"

"No unfortunately, but us flowers only pay attention to the things that make us curious"

"A rabbit wearing glasses, a sweater and a clock doesn't make you curious?"

"I've seen things far stranger"

"What type of flower are you?" The other flower, a large red rose, looked down at James with the same expression she had done before.

"I'm not a flower? I'm a person"

James heard the whispers again, mumblings amongst the reeds of grass, soon enough every flower was staring down at James.

"A person?" One flower said

"Yes, a human? I'm a boy! Not a flower"

"If the boy isn't a flower he's a weed! Why is it still here?" A group of flowers started pushing James through the grass with their petals, more and more towards the forest. Once he got to the riverbank he looked back at the disapproving flora and then specifically at the tulips who'd spoken to him earlier,

"What is your name? And who was talking about me? I've never been here before"

"My name is Dorcas, Dorcas Meadows (get it meadow? HA) and all your questions will be answered in time James, good luck"

"Miss Dorcas, do you know which way I ought to go?"

"Follow the music, it'll lead you to someone who might know more than I do"