The Breakup Plan •James Potter• |editing|

❁Chapter 7❁

Chapter 7

"Adria?" James whispered, tapping softly at her legs as they sprawled over him, a warm mug of tea curtsey of the house elves warmed her hands as she sat with one of Sirius' jumpers over her body, the book resting on her lap and her lips pursed in concentration. At the sound of her name, her eyes lifted from the book and to James, seeing him with a small frown on his lips.

He was particular sad that another prank on Lily and Caden hadn't worked out well, it was frustrating that the two just seemed a whole lot more amused than anything else. It was irritating, annoying, but what irked him particularly was that it was worth it, worth pranking them, because Nora was so happy that it worked, even if the two where amused by the whole ordeal and not at all angry, or ready to drift apart, Nora still had a wide smile across her lips.

And it made James smile.

And that point made him want to throw himself off of the astronomy tower.

They weren't friends, well, stubbornly, that's what they told anyone who asked, but it was so clearly obvious that amidst their planning the pranks to pull, that they enjoyed each other's company a whole lot.

"Yeah, James?" asked Adria, lifting her head to look at him, and soon did the book in her lap close, a lazy hand running through her hair. She had decided to skip classes for another day, she knew at some point it would all back fire on her, but her wonderful friends had taken it upon themselves to take notes for her.

Even Nora made sure to take notes in Herbology for her.

"You know how your camera?" he asked, his head titled ever so slightly as he thought of the camera he had saw her using countless times, "how could I buy one of them if I don't know how to use muggle money?"

"Oh, you want a camera?" asked Adria, "you could always borrow mine, James, it's no problem."

He grinned at her, patting her knee but soon did he shake his head, shyly muttering, "well, it's not for me, it's a present."

"A present?" she repeated, her eyebrow arched, "like a birthday present?"

"No, more like Christmas present," he shrugged, "for a friend."

"A friend? Who?" she laughed, "why are you thinking about Christmas presents so early?"

"You don't know them," he shrugged quickly, running his hand over the back of his neck, "friend from back home."

"I thought you didn't have any friends back home because they were all stuck up and snobby?" Adria frowned, her head titled ever so slightly.

"Fine, it's not for someone back home," he grumbled, "detective Hopkins."

"Funny," she tutted, "who then?"

"No one important."

"Must be if you're going to buy them a bloody camera," she scoffed, moving to sit cross legged in front of him, "come on James, tell your best friend?!"

"No, it's a thank you gift, maybe," he grumbled, "nothing important about it," he mumbled sheepishly, glaring at the amused looking Adria.

"Please James, this is the only excitement I've had in months," she pouted, "I need some stories!"

"You are not using your sadness to guilt me!" he exclaimed, his arms flailing around, "that's just unfair!"

"If I guess will you tell me?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows and watching him send her a wary look.

"I don't know, Ads," he shook his head, watching her fall back, her head hitting the end of his bed, "oh come on!"

"Please, Jamesy!" she huffed, "I need this!"