[1] Exie Attia is one of the Boys ✓ | LILY EVANS

Chapter Two

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[ CHAPTER TWO ]
James Potter 101: Expect the Unexpected

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In her First Year, Exie's parents, Cassandra and Salim had accompanied her all the way to the castle which had been necessary but embarrassing nonetheless. Luckily now Fourth Year was here, their control had thawed, now content with a simple kiss goodbye at the barrier.

"Give our love to the boys," Cassandra finally let her daughter free from a rather fierce embrace.

"And to Professor McCauley," Salim added.

Exie inhaled sharply, making up for the lost air from the strangling hug before leisurely pointing at her Mother, "Yes, I will do that," She then turned the finger to her Father, "And Dad, no. You can give your old friend and my Professor 'love' yourself."

"I would but your Mother said I can't - " He joked before letting out a sharp, "Ow!" prompted by the equally sharp jab in the ribs from his wife. Just like Exie, Cassandra Attia possessed the most marvellous nobbly elbows.

"Well, I'll see you at Christmas or before then if I get a concussion!" She called, walking backwards towards her trunk.

"Exie, please!" She realised this was a mistake the moment genuine panic entered her parent's eyes.

"It was just a joke! Don't worry, I'm a big girl - FUCK!" Her foot caught the wheel of her trolley almost leading to her toppling over. Both her parents winced, at both her swearing and the potential accident. Luckily she managed to catch herself, offering a sheepish thumbs up, "... well, bye. Love you!"

Once on the train, it took her very little time to find the boys - they made enough noise for her to hear them half a mile away. By the time she arrived, they were already there, jumping up the moment they saw her pressing her face against the glass. She'd hoped to scare them but a running hug from Sirius Black was nice too.

Once the hugs had come to an end, she asked, "Alright, which one of you boys would like the honour of being my headrest?" Silence ensued, "Don't all offer at once - "

"Go on then," James pulled off his burgundy sweater and fashioned it into a pillow on his lap.

Exie lay down, one leg bent with the other pressed rigid against the wall. This probably led to her skirt slipping down a little but if the boys were turned on by her risque upper thigh, that was their problem.

"Sleep attack?" Remus asked, mild concern lacing his voice.

"Nah, just being lazy," She grinned.