lilies *James Potter*

Chapter 32

Please no jump scares. Please no jump scares. Please no jump scares. Please no jump scares. Please no jump scares. Please no jump scares. Please no jump scares. Please no jump scares.

That was on Liliena's mind on repeat as she finished getting dressed in her sage green and white dress. It was fitted tightly around her breasts and a white ribbon wrapped around her below before the dress fell in a few layers with enough flare to make her bump unnoticeable.

Draco sat in her dressing room on the couch flipping through a book way too advanced for his age all dressed in the clothes Narcissa had packed for him: a which was a simple black button-up and black slacks to match. In the general sense, Draco was dressed in all black from his shirt to his shoes which included his socks. Liliena had easily brushed his straight hair back, slicking it lightly with hair gel and a few strains on his bangs to frame his face as Narcissa would do before focusing on her own hair.

She flattened her hair a few days prior removing it from her tight curls. Her hair fell in more of a wavy sense down just past her shoulders and she pinned it in place. She made sure to go to the bathroom before dressing, and another time after dressing before she left the dressing room for her makeup to be done.

"Come on Draco, I can't leave you here alone." She tells the boy holding her hand out for him to take.

Draco groans in protest, bookmarking his book, The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, folding the page by its corner and hopping off the small couch making sure to take his stuffed white ferret with him tucked under his arm before placing his hand in Liliena's.

She finds James and Harry easily, already talking with her manager. James' dark red shirt that was near perfect to tone well to Liliena's dress along with light grey pants made their clothes go together perfectly. Harry looked to be a miniature James perfectly using the same clothes as him. He didn't have his shoes on, probably to prevent James from getting shoe prints on his clothes as one of his arms was out reached and Harry was climbing and swinging from his arm. He paid no mind as he was deep in a conversation with Minerva.

"So my book is quite clear on its title that makes part of the story. What is there not to like about it!?"

"Mr. Potter, all I said is that the title makes your book feel uninterested. You need to make it more creative. Many people nowadays judge a book by its cover, the title being on the cover. The Werewolf and its Friends. You made the book to be in the young adult category but yet hearing the title alone falls into the children section. Just hearing it out loud makes a person automatically think it's about a bunch of animals who are friends and not a bunch of babbling, bumbling band of baboons teenagers who can transform into animals to help their discrete friend who is human by most percent of the month but a werewolf on the full moon without the werewolf-human knowing it's them."

James cocks his head to the side. "Did you just say, babbling, bumbling band of baboons?"

"Well, I did read your book. I just feel the title is offputting but the story is about the four boys making their way through life with one being a werewolf and the others as animals secretly. But as interesting as the story is, the boys started out as immature children doing risky things and with my experience of working with child actors, singers, and children from my adult clients, it's something I usually call the lot of them. Babbling, bumbling band of baboons, in which, you are being right now more than your son."

"But why call children that? It's just a mouthful to say."

"It usually makes the children laugh."

James mimics the words a few times. Picking up the speed on each repetitive finding it to be a tongue twister. In the end, he grins at Minvera.