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Chapter 4: Fly's Feelings

Ignore how late this is-- but let me celebrate that it's a James chapter! I have so much fun with these ones! Tell me if I made any grammatical errors for me to fix!

His hunched figure in muggle studies popped in James's mind for the 47th time that evening. He smacked his forehead with his copy of Quick Tricks: a Spell Guide for Witches and Wizards and groaned.

"You okay?" Remus sniffed, barely glancing over his newspaper at him. He sat in an armchair across from the coffee table James sat at, right in front of the fireplace. James was iritated by how much of nothing Remus has done since he sat down there over an hour ago. He still had three essays, a detention, a remedy, and two whole spells to master by tomorrow morning.

He really had no idea why he couldn't focus today. And that greasy haired loser kept creeping back into his thoughts, "just so much homework," He sighed.

"You should see the pile of work Sirius is procrastinating," Remus rolled his eyes.

"How come you don't have any homework?" James muttered bitterly.

"Because," Moony sighed, setting down his newspaper, "I get the homework assignments from other students before class and do it during the lessons, effectively being the first done."

James scoffed, "For one, stop pretending to be so proper."

"You're right," Remus snorted, "I was just practicing because padfoot thinks it's super attract--" He cleared his throat looking mildly alarmed, "Attention seeking. For our next prank."

"Oh, are you going to do the 'I broke my leg, but nobody cares' stunt on McGonagall?" James chuckled, imagining her flustering about trying her hardest to help but Moony and peeves try to stop her. A classic for sure.

"Yeah," Moony laughed, a light pink flush on his cheeks, "it's going to be awesome!"

I wonder how long it's been since I've pestered Snivelous, James thought. He smirked as he imagined sneaking active dung bombs into his backpack, or the shoulder tap thing.

James wondered where Snivelous was now. When he saw him using the money he gave him, he felt floaty. His heart had squeezed like it was a lemon and he wanted to scream.

James guessed it was some sort of anger. A new wave of resentment, ready to spice this battle field up.

James spent the rest of his free time, detention, and even bedtime thinking up schemes to mess with his enemy.

JPSSJPSSJPSS

He was trying to focus on his school work rather than Snivelous, but that was a rather difficult task seeing as everywhere he went people were having whispered conversations about him. Since when was he popular, or is James just hearing things?

Severus Snape, the halfwit, the Slytherin scum, the greasy haired, life force sucking worm of a fool had caught the attention of the school around him. Sadly James was too busy trying not to fall behind and drown in a sea of homework.

Not that it was hard work, far from it actually, but the fact he hadn't tortured the wuss of a Slytherin had seemed to be taking a toll on James.

But before he could do anything about the whispers in the hall or dumb ol' Snivelous, he had work to catch up on. He felt happy he had the whole afternoon to use, well that was before he ran into one of the Gryffindor beaters.

"James, my man, can't wait for practice," he chuckled, then he caught a look at James's face,"were still having practice tonight aren't we? Did I miss something?"

James rather annoyed he had scheduled a practice today and completely forgot about it, sighed,"No, no... We still have practice."

He usually loved quidditch but he kind of wanted to take advantage of the one night a year he didn't have detention. And even then he spoke too soon. For somehow McGonagall had just appeared above him before calmly saying, "Oh, Potter, I've been meaning to have a chat with you."