Pretty Little Bumble Bea /James Potter/ ❁book 1❁

❁Chapter 1❁

Chapter 1

"Phoebe!" Professor Sprout beamed as her student walked in early for her class, "did you finish that extra work I gave you?"

"I did," Bea grinned cheerily, rummaging into her bag before bringing out the parchment, "and please call me Bea, professor, I hardly go by Phoebe at all!"

"Oh, I know, I know," Professor Sprout let out a laugh, shaking her head, "but I couldn't let anyone think I had favourites!"

"Oh, we both know I'm your favourite," Bea giggled, waving off the professor before moving to her seat, she placed her bag on the table, trying to rid herself of her drowsiness with a smile. Last night was a full moon, and whilst she didn't have to endure any pain from that, her brother did. Remus had been a werewolf for as long as she could remember, and as much as it pained her, she was just happy that his friends had decided to become animagus to help him.

Of course, Bea didn't want them to help him without her, and when she overheard them in the library, talking about the process, she made sure to take notes too, and in secret, she herself had finally been able to transform into an animagus.

A bee.

Of course, the girl was naturally chatty and as kind, as they come, so you can imagine everyone's shock when for a month or so, she barely spoke at all.

Mandrake leaves, she couldn't say she loved them.

"I need a favour from you Phoebe," Professor Sprout sighed, leaning against the counter in which various plants sat upon, "it is a tough job, but you are my best student and don't think your knack for Herbology has gone unnoticed."

"Anything, Professor," Bea nodded, tapping the sugar quill lightly on the desk so that she wouldn't eat it before class started.

"One of my students, fifth year, Gryffindor," she tutted, "friends with that brother of yours. He's failing Herbology. Needs a tutor, he could use the help."

Bea's face fell, she could only hope that this friend of her brothers was Peter Pettigrew and not one of the two boys who she wished never to run in to. It wasn't that she hated them, in fact, they were rather funny in some aspects, but it seemed as though Sirius Black had a knack for flirting with her, and James Potter thought it his job to tease her whenever possible.

"Friend of my brother, you say?" Bea took a sharp breath, as much as it pained her, and as much as she bloody wished she wasn't so nice to everyone, she finally nodded her head, "Can I ask a name?"

"Potter," Professor Sprout heaved her shoulders, "I know he does well in other classes so hate to say this, but he's always struggled in here, for some reason!"

"Oh," Bea sighed, "but why, Professor, are you asking me to tutor him, I'm not even in his year!"

"I know, Bea, but you know the curriculum inside and out, you're already doing sixth-year work!" Professor Sprout exclaimed, holding up the parchment that Bea had previously given her, "he has owls this year, Bea."

"Fine," Bea sighed, her shoulders slumping as she nodded her head, "when?"

"Well the sooner the better!" Professor sprout laughed softly, clapping her hands, "I'm sure he'll be excited to hear!"

"Oh yes, very," Bea mumbled, her eyes on the door as she awaited her best friend to arrive. The class was filling up with the fourth years in the few minutes before the bell would ring to start the lesson, but it wasn't all that surprising when Violet tumbled through the door five minutes late, with a muffin stuffed in her mouth and her short curls falling over her forehead.