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CHAPTER III:'JAMES POTTER: A TERRIBLE EXCUSE OF A BEING OR WHATEVER THAT MEANS'

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CHAPTER III:
'JAMES POTTER: A TERRIBLE EXCUSE OF A BEING OR WHATEVER THAT MEANS'

AHANA FOUGHT THE URGE to roll her eyes as Horace Slughorn, her potions professor, declared that he had chosen partners for the assignment

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AHANA FOUGHT THE URGE to roll her eyes as Horace Slughorn, her potions professor, declared that he had chosen partners for the assignment. They were old enough to work alone—or at least with someone they'd want.

The Ravenclaws had been paired with Gryffindors today, and Ahana silently prayed she wouldn't be stuck with James Potter or his silly little gang. Remus Lupin or Peter Pettigrew would be fine, hell, even Black! but definitely not Potter.

Slughorn cleared his throat as he opened up a parchment, now dictating names. "Evans and Whitlock, Pettigrew and McKinnon, Moore and Lockwood, Black and Patel, Lupin and Caddel, Anderson and Wood, Potter and Tej."

Ahana's eyes widened as she grit her teeth, looking to her right towards James, who held a smug grin. Oh, how she wished she could knock all his teeth out.

"Where's Miss Caddel?" Professor Slughorn inquired, his voice tinged with confusion. Right on cue, a disheveled brunette burst into the room, her hair askew and her attire in disarray. With a camera slung over her shoulder and her shirt untucked, she panted heavily as she apologized.

"Sorry, sir! I woke up late and didn't realize the time. I skipped breakfast and ran all the way to class," she explained breathlessly.

Slughorn sighed wearily. "Enough," he said, his tone firm. "Ten points off Gryffindor. Please get inside, Ms. Caddel, and refrain from being late again."

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