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 are you headed, Siri?" The girl asked, 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 asked, already knowing the answer.
"Obviously." Sirius rolled his eyes.
"I'd threaten to tell Rem, but he's given up on you way back." Calliope jested.
"I'm an absolute lost cause, doll."
The trio approached the exit, where James and Calliope must depart from the shaggy-haired man. "Broom flying?" Sirius asked questioningly, giving an amused 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 said, shaking her head, mentally preparing herself for the class she must endure.
"Cal, you are truly making it seem worse than it is," James stepped in, holding out his pinky for her to accept his promise, "I swear it'll be fun!"
A small grumble left the girl's mouth as she interlocked her pinky with his. James squeezed her pinky finger quickly and released her from his grip. Sirius laughs at the girl's exaggerated agony and said a quick goodbye.
They had walked into the vast field, picked up the school-issued brooms, and gotten ready just in time for Madam Hooch to blow her whistle, the sound ringing in each student's ears. "Bloody thing had to be enchanted. No way she could almost blow my brains out with a standard whistle," James whispered, his side gently brushing against Calliope's as he leaned down to her ear.
"James Potter!" Hooch hollered strictly. James immediately straightened his body. "Care to tell me why you, Gryffindor's very own, were taking a standard level flying class—one which you obviously did 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 threw 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 corrected, "You better not slack off, boy. I will not be having any of your nonsense."
"Yes, Ma'am." He nodded, grinning.
Calliope stood 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 comfort 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 met his face as he easily mounted his broom.
"Oh, I heard," Calliope responded grumpily, trying to copy James' actions.
She swung her foot over, but the broom refused to stand up. "C'mon..." She begged the broom as she tried again.
"Cal, might want to get it up before you mount." He laughed, stunned by her little knowledge of brooms.
"Oh..." She tried again, this time successfully, "I just thought because you managed to raise your broom like that, y'know?"
"That's a bit trickier. I do this every day," he shrugged, a smug look meeting his face, "It's easier for me."
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My Marauders // J.P. , R.L. , S.B x OC
FanfictionCalliope Thorne was considered an honorary member of the Marauders throughout 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...
