𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝Are you joking or are you
just naturally rude?❞ | ✧˖*.
Sabrina Malfoy does not care one bit about James Sirius Potter. Her younger brother may be best friends with his younger brother, but she never bot...
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Two years quickly flew by. Sabrina was 20-years-old, traveling the world to find more creatures and meet with other Magizoologists.
James had just graduated from Hogwarts. Unlike rumors of him being a professional quidditch player or an Auror like his father, James wanted to be a Healer.
So, he traveled to Paris to learn under one of the greatest Healers ever. Coincidentally, Sabrina was there as well. She was tracking down a Demiguise she heard rumors of.
"Where are you, you tricky mongrel?" Sabrina whispered as she took out her wand. "Appare vestigium."
The tracking spell materialized as a swirl of gold, which illuminated traces of recent magical activity in the square. People oddly looked at her as she crouched down and looked around for the footsteps of the Demiguise.
"Hello - "
"Shh! I call for silence. I do not need this interruption," Sabrina hissed.
"I knew it. It is you."
Sabrina momentarily looked up before she looked back at the footprints. "Hello, James."
"That's it?"
"Well, what else would you like me to say?" she asked as she got up and briskly walked in another direction.
Sabrina pulled out a small coin pouch from her coat pocket. She stuck her whole fist in there, looking around for something. Then, she pulled out a Niffler.
"Hello, Charming. Find that little Demiguise for Mummy."
The brown and white Niffler wrinkled his nose at her before he wiggled out of her hand. He smacked his body and nose flat to the ground, scooting himself across the concrete as he went in the correct direction.
"Nifty Extension Charm," James commented.
"You're still here?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.
"I've finished work for the day."
"Must be nice," she muttered. "If you're here for company, then at least help me instead of distracting me."
"Your Niffler went that way." James pointed behind her.
"Wonderful."
Sabrina walked over and found Charming, sniffing around in circles before he went in a set direction. James and Sabrina followed after.
"What are you looking for?" James asked.
"A Demiguise."
"Those are tricky."
"Yes, James, I'm aware," she retorted.
"Merlin, woman, you're going to give me whiplash with those insults and daggers you call eyes," he jabbed.
She shook her head.
"How have you been?" he asked.
"Good. Busy."
"I can see that," he replied.
"Are you just going to follow me?"
"I was going to make small talk before asking you, but will you go on a date with me? I'm of age now," he said.
She glanced at him over her shoulder for a moment before looking back ahead. "Sure. How does Saturday at noon sound?"
