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JAMES

*one month later*

"Lily, relax," I order. "You are not going to fall off."

I'm trying to persuade her to get on a broom. Stubborn and scared as she is, she won't.

"No, James. I. Will. Not." She says.

"Come on!" I whine.

I think over it. "How about a bargain? If you don't like it, I will never ask you to mount a broom again."

She pauses, considering it. "Perhaps..." She says.

"Great! Now get on the broom," I order again. She mounts it, and we fly off. As we do, Lily closed her eyes tightly.

"Okay," I say hesitantly. "Now open your eyes."

She slowly opens her eyes, looks down for a second, and then tightens her hold on me, surprised.

"James!" She squealed. "Get me down!"

I smirk. "Not happening anytime soon, Lily-flower."

She learns to love the view. She sighs. "I hate you," she says, her heart not really into it, but mesmerized.

"I know."

No, there isn't anything else down here. What did you think? This is a short chapter, I'm sorry, but as I said, I'm busy and a MAJOR case of writers block. On top that, I have a few... Tragic surprises... In store, but I need the right place to start the tragedy, so be prepared. Kay, byeeeee