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

❁Chapter 31❁

Chapter 31

"Bertie is going on his date today," Bea smirked as she sat on the Gryffindor couch with Violet at the other side of her. The two were sharing a blanket, with books resting on their laps which they finally had time to read. With school work and their friendships and being terribly busy, they barely had time to do anything, but they managed to find time for each other always.

"Oh, that's exciting!" Violet grinned, lifting her eyes from her book and to the girl in front of her, "is he excited?"

"I believe so." Bea nodded, "I asked him last night what he was going to wear and I think I struck a chord. He made me stay with him for two hours to pick out a shirt that would go better with the trousers he was wearing. In the end, we picked a shirt that was entirely different from what he was originally going to choose from."

"Sounds like him," Violet laughed softly, eyes lingering on the girl who was looking around the Gryffindor common room, "you look very deep in thought, Bea."

"Oh - it's nothing, I just," she took a deep breath, "I feel rather distracted. Slughorn keeps bothering me about Potions, and Flitwick is going on and on about charms, oh and please don't get me started on McGonagall! I know they're all looking out for me - I get that! but all I want to do is herbology, I don't need anything else and I'm not good at anything else anyway!"

"Bea you're amazing at Herbology and it's your main priority when it comes to school but maybe they're just hoping you don't fail because I know that if you worked for it you could pass easily, bloody hell Bea you became an animagus just by reading - very complex - instructions!" Violet exclaimed, though her voice hushed when the word animagus slipped out, "I know you don't like charms, or potions, or any class for that matter that doesn't involve plants but it's still school.

And I know that this coming from me isn't the bloody best thing, considering I'm probably the worst student to walk the halls of this school but that doesn't mean I don't know how amazing you are!"

"Thanks, Vi," Bea whispered, twiddling with her fingers, "it's like...Anytime I'm not stressed anymore, another issue pops up for me to deal with! If it's not overprotective Remus, and sneaking around with James, then it's arguing...so...many...arguments and I hate it. I mean, you know what I'm like, I'd just rather keep the peace and sort things out but for a while, I thought I'd never be able to sort things out.

With you, and with Remus. Do you know how much that scared me? And now finally it seems that I'm happy and I'm relaxed. I could focus on school whilst also have time with you and with everyone else and it was great but suddenly professors are popping up here there and everywhere and it feels like the stress is this mountain and I can't climb it!"

"Bea," Violet sighed, "you are the author of your own life. You control what you do and how you feel, of course to an extent but it's still your life and no matter what, you will always have me there. I'm your crazy sidekick! We will stick together through everything and I love you, but stressing about things like this just makes it worse, and worse, and worse until there's only stress on your mind and you're overworked and you can't catch a break.

You need to stop, you have taken far too much time to stress about so many things that right now all you have to do is relax. Just take some time and just...relax."

"Hey, guys!" Bea turned at the sound of Bertie's voice, her eyes wide and rather shocked.

"Bert- what are you doing here?! Where is Killian?!" Bea asked, pushing herself up from her lying position.

"Oh, he's coming down soon. I told him to meet me in the common room so he'll be here in a bit," Bertie grinned, falling onto the armchair.

"I thought you were already gone!" Bea laughed softly, "are you excited? I see you chose our outfit then?"