James wedges himself in the middle of Sirius and Calliope, slinging an arm around both. Remus had parted ways with them many minutes back seeing as though his class was on the opposite side of the large castle.
"Where you headed, Siri?" The girl asks, extending her head past James to make brief eye contact with a smirking Sirius.
"Wherever the wind takes me, Cal."
"So you're skipping?" James asks, already knowing the answer.
"Obviously."
An amused look hits James and Calliope's faces. "I'd threaten to tell Rem, but he's given up on you way back." Calliope jests.
"I'm an absolute lost cause, doll."
The trio approaches the exit to where James and Calliope must depart from the shaggy haired man. "Broom flying?" Sirius asks questioningly, giving an entertained glance to the witch. He knew the girl was not to be considered an athlete, nor accepting of heights.
"Don't remind me. I must have accidentally requested this class last year. Fucking hate flying." Cal says shaking her head, mentally preparing herself for the class she must endure.
"Cal, you are truly making it seem worse than it is," James steps in, holding out his pinky for her to accept his promise, "I swear it'll be fun!"
A small grumble leaves the girl's mouth as she interlocks her pinky with his. James gives a small squeeze onto her smaller finger and releases her from his grip. Sirius laughs at the girl's exaggerated agony and says a quick goodbye.
They walk into the vast field picking up the school-issued brooms and getting ready just in time for Madam Hooch to blow her whistle, the sound ringing in each student's ears. "Bloody thing has to be enchanted. No way she can almost blow my brains up with a standard whistle." James whispers, his side gently making contact with Calliope as he gets down to her ear.
"James Potter!" Hooch hollers strictly, James immediately straightens his body, "Care to tell me why you, Gryffindor's very own, is taking a standard level flying class which he obviously does not need?"
"Well, Madam Hooch, I did not see an advanced flying class on the list. And also, if it's not too bold of me to add," James throws on his standard charming smile, "I wanted to experience my last year at this school with my favorite flying instructor. You're a joy, Hooch."
"Madam Hooch," she corrects, "You better not slack off, boy. I will not be having any of your nonsense."
"Yes, Ma'am." He grins.
Calliope is standing to his left, completely stunned at his ability to escape the instructor's wrath.
"Now, students, we will be doing laps to ease you into the comfortability of riding a broom. I acknowledge that it may have been some time since you've done this. I am giving you five minutes to get situated with your brooms."
"Hear that? Laps!" A toothy smile meets his face as easily mounts his broom. "Oh I heard." Calliope responds grumpily, trying to copy James' actions.
She swings her foot over, but the broom refuses to stand up. "C'mon..." She begs the broom as she tries again.
"Cal, might want to get it up before you mount." He is stunned at her little knowledge of brooms.
"Oh..." She tries again, this time successfully, "I just thought because you managed to raise your broom up like that, y'know?"
"That's a bit trickier. I do this everyday," he shrugs and a proud look meets his face, "so it's pretty easy."
"Right." She says, slightly embarrassed by her mistake.
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My Marauders // J.P. , R.L. , S.B x OC
FanfictionCalliope Thorne was considered an honorary member of the Marauders during her seven years at Hogwarts. She shared a close bond with the group, but it was Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Sirius Black who particularly caught her attention. With her hea...
