Anemones and Alliums {James Sirius Potter}

\Opposite reactions/

So this story is compromised of different narratives from different characters from different days because once you start to read, it may become confusing. Any way, enjoy and comment please!! I really do meant to hear you feedback.

Aurora decided that moving to England was a good choice albeit she lived there since she was 11, but a good choice all the same. She thought of this decision as she ran through the empty halls giggling quietly with Noor who was trying to stifle her laughter to no avail.  They were running from Filch who had Mrs. Norris to help lurk the corridor looking for the two girls who were causing such ruckus after bed hours. Yes, all in all it was lovely.

    They finally caught glimpse of the portrait of the fat lady who was holding what looked to be a golden tray laid with bonbons. She was about the place another chocolate dipped bonbon in her mouth when she saw the two. She stopped and gave the two a disapproving glare. "Triumphant hippogriphs." Aurora gasped clutching her sides from the run around the castle. Yes, she was out of shape. Not terribly, as James would make the team do running laps around the field and many many arm exercises. She did a lot of those since she was a beater. Which in the end gave her amazing arm muscles but she didn't have as great as a stamina as James did. He could have run around the castle and not break a sweat. She envied him for that. But alas, she was far from the fittest in the castle.
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Noor sat on her bed in the dorms. No one was there except for her. She enjoyed the solitude and dug into her trunk.
Noor held her family photo encased in a wore down wooden frame in her hand and looked at everyone in the picture. She gazed at her older brother and sister, Zain and Zarah.They both had an arm around each other bent over smiling widely to the camera. They were both easily the two of the best looking in the family. They both had big lively eyes and pink cheeks with a grin that could light up someone's day.
They were both tall, with Zarah, like Noor, donning her hijab full on with her sweeping set of robes and ever so stylish outfits. That's what Noor admired about her sister. Her confidence that she would pull of any outfit and walk through the wizarding world even if people would stare at her strangely and wonder aloud, "What is she wearing over her head?" or "Why is she wearing that?" Her walk was more of a assured strut and the way she moved about as full of the grace of a queen.
Zehra was one of the role models that Noor admired and she loved everything about her older sister. Her good habits, how head strong she was, how she did everything that she did with her maximum effort, how she went in for the best and got the best with her effort, how that no matter how busy she was, she always made time for Noor, and how devoted she was to those she loved. Noor missed Zehra. She missed her hugs, she missed her smiles and kisses perfect words of advice, she missed the days that they spent together, she missed it when Zehra used to ruffle her hair no matter how much Noor would protest, Noor missed everything about Zehra. Unknowingly, a tear escaped her eyes and slid down her cheek. The tears became incessant and she didn't bother trying to stop the flow of tears. "I miss you Zehra." She whispered. "I miss you so much."
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Aurora walked with Archer through the halls and listened to him ramble on about his thoughts on why a renown Potion master's research was totally brilliant but at the same time totally unnecessary. "I mean the way he wrote it, it was like a waterfall- it pours unnecessarily on the top of the rocks, weathering them down but the way the water from the waterfall forms into a river flows down the creek is so well put together hitting over the dehydrated patches of soil." He paused. "I don't think that made sense. Whatever. Anyways," He carried on. "His essays hit the obvious spots that everyone knew. That was unnecessary. He did it in such a fantastic way that flowed and was put together but he didn't shed enough light on the areas that people didn't know about."
    Aurora noticed that whenever Archer got very excited about a topic, he would wave his hands about dramatically like he was trying to convey how import the topic was through his animated hand gestures. Aurora concluded that she really really liked that. "But enough about me, what about you? Thoughts on the essay?"
"Well," Aurora drawled out the 'well'. "I disagree."
"You see, Professor what ever his name is did hit all the right points, that I agree with. But he didn't add anything unnecessary. Those points you made before on how covering the history over lycanthropy was unnecessary, if you look deeper, you'd realize that the history has to do with how the wolfsbane potion can to be. You see, the main factors in a problem often are part of the main resolution. This is no exception. The hair of a werewolf and the saliva of one is indeed what helps turn one into a werewolf in some instances. But it also helps with other muted ingredients dull the pain of turning into one. You have to know the backstory of the story to find the ending. So on and so forth." She concluded. Archer stared at Aurora before breaking out into a grin. "Not only do I have a beautiful girlfriend, I have an intelligent one too." Aurora stopped in the hallway her stomach felt like a it was being flipped over and over again as weird as it sounded...but in a good way. "We're officially a thing?" She asked her face overtaken by a deep red blush. "You want me to me your girlfriend?" "Only if you want to be." Archer shrugged. Aurora smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."
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James frowned. He wasn't sure where his knight should go on the chess board. August was clever- He had made sure that any place or that James could have taken control or stolen a piece from him, he had taken over on the board. Uncle Ron was a master at chess and it was a deep pity the had to admit that he didn't get any of those chess dominating genes from his mum's side.
"Merlin," James said throwing his hands in exasperation. "I give up." August smiled in a knowing manner. "That's the third time you said that today." 
"And I'm not making it a fourth."
"Admit it. I dominate you in Wizarding Chess."
"And you only learned it in first year from me of all people."
"Just think about it," August said spread his hands in front of him. "People will be chanting my name in the crowds, just you wait."
"I'll be your number one fan." James looked at August with a serious expression.
"I know you will. We are best friends after all."
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Raven Winslet was a walking coincidence. What a coincidence it was some pondered out loud to her that she was a ravenclaw and was named Raven? What a coincidence it was that she had made a bet with her friends that she could get into any house but Ravenclaw? What a coincidence it was that James Potter alone was in the hallways right after she realized that she may or may not have a crush on him? You see reader, Raven Winslet was a woman of coincidence. But there was a slight problem with that- Raven believed she was the opposite- a woman of fate. It was only fate for her to be a ravenclaw and it was only fate that had given her the opportunity to get to know James better and eventually ask him out. It was all part of a plan. It was all a detailed plan that would work. She as sure of it. She was after all a ravenclaw. And as a ravenclaw, Raven always knew that one should never let fate down.