BOOK 4 OUT OF 12 OF MY HP SERIES
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
James shares many traits with his Grandfather, including his mischievous and prankster nature. However, one aspect that sets James apart is his inability to commit to a single woman, unlike his Grandfa...
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As Elodie busied herself getting ready for the day, she was deep in thought, planning her approach towards James. She had observed his behaviour, noticing his unusual absence whenever a female companion was near. The absence of his usual flirtatious antics had piqued her curiosity, leading her to conclude that it was time to put the plan into action.
Elodie tried to offer some reasoning to Fred, who was still stubbornly resisting the entire concept. "He won't be able to refuse in front of everyone," she rationalized.
Fred, unconvinced, shot back with a hiss, "What if he does? What then?"
"Are you willing to wager a bet on whether he'll decline or accept?" Elodie presented a challenge to Fred, her tone resolute.
She continued, "You're aware that being the nephew of THE Neville Longbottom and the son of Harry Potter carries a certain level of visibility. While James may not particularly enjoy the attention his lineage brings, the influence of his family still looms in the background."
Fred couldn't help but look at Elodie in disbelief. "Have you been studying him?" he asked with scepticism.
She chuckled and shook her head, "No, that's just common sense, and there's a second observation," she replied.
He raised an eyebrow curiously, "And what's the second observation?"
Elodie grinned mischievously, "He's never been asked out," she revealed with pride.
"No way," Fred exclaimed, stunned. "Seriously?"
"Isn't it usually the guy who does the asking?" Fred inquired with a hint of disbelief in his voice.
She fixed him with a deadpan expression, her words carrying a tinge of irony. "Are you under the impression that we're living in the 1800's or something?"
He responded with an eye roll, shaking his head at her words. "Forget it. Why do I even bother?" he muttered, realizing he was outmatched.
Elodie spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "You tell me, Weasley. Do you really believe you can out-wit me, even once?" She paused as they reached the Great Hall door. "Just go ahead and enter first. I'll catch up."
Fred raised a brow at her sarcastic remark, but he didn't bother to respond. He moved past her and pushed open the door, stepping into the bustling Great Hall.
He nodded in response and set off his table in the Great Hall, while she remained outside, waiting for a few moments before making her own entrance.
With a careful scan of the crowded room, she spotted James among his friends and family. Fred briefly looked in her direction, but she quickly shut him down with a sharp glare. He turned his gaze away, keeping his distance.
Her housemates greeted her with cheerful waves, beckoning her to join them at their table. However, she dismissed their invitation with a subtle shake of her head and proceeded to make her way to the Gryffindor table instead. Most of them, already familiar with her longstanding friendship with Fred, paid little attention to her choice of table.
She smoothly navigated through the crowd and reached the Gryffindor table, where the group barely skipped a beat, accustomed to her frequent visits here as a long-time friend of Fred Weasley.
However, the situation was notably different this time as Elodie approached James, who was engaged in conversation with his cousins and friends but halted abruptly as she stood across from him. She placed her hands on the table with a nonchalant air and posed the question, "James. Go on a date with me this weekend."
She fought the urge to suppress a fit of laughter as his eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling partially open in surprise. His family, with the exception of Fred, mirrored the perplexed expressions, all staring at Elodie in mutual bewilderment. She remained at the table, her gaze fixed on him, waiting anxiously for his response. With a quiet sigh, she crossed her arms, her patience wearing thin.
"I'll take that as a silent affirmative. Meet me in front of Honeydukes at 10 o'clock. No late arrivals, got it?"
With a firm tone, she stated her terms, her voice lacking any hint of hesitation. She quickly gathered her composure and strolled away, dismissing the glances and whispers from those around her. She confidently made her way back to the table where her friends were sitting.
The murmurs and questions echoed through the room as she walked away, her confident stride unperturbed by the attention. She arrived at her table, where her friends were seated, their eyes scanning her for any indication of what had just transpired.
One of her friends, sensing her composed demeanour, leaned in and whispered, "So what was all that about, Elodie?"
Another, equally curious, inquired, her eyes filled with intrigue. "That was quite a scene you just caused. What was that whole exchange about?"
Yet another friend, with anticipation in her voice, asked, "What exactly did you just say to James?"
The friends eagerly waited for her explanation of the situation at hand, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected interaction.
"Well, we've planned a date," Elodie replied evenly, her voice casual.
One of her friends let out an incredulous gasp. "With Potter??" she exclaimed. "Are you bloody mad, Goldstein?!"
A chorus of confused and bewildered faces echoed her sentiments. Elodie chuckled softly, enjoying the bewildered reactions from her friends.
"No, I'm not," she responded with a smirk. "And calm down, please," she added, suppressing a grin at their flabbergasted expressions.
Another Slytherin at the table, not exactly an actual friend but more of an acquaintance, let out a scoff, her eyes fixated on the Gryffindor table. "You better spill the details, Goldstein," she snickered, eager to hear the juicy gossip. "I'm here for the entertainment. Look at him, he hasn't moved an inch!"
The rest of their friends chuckled in agreement, turning to glance at the Gryffindor table and observing James' frozen state.
The group's curiosity piqued further as they all collectively agreed to watch the unfolding spectacle unfold before them. They continued to exchange hushed whispers, eagerly anticipating Elodie's next move.
Soon enough, the table erupted in laughter and hushed whispers, all of them entertained by the spectacle before them. One of them elbowed her friend, unable to contain her giggles. "He's like a statue! I can't believe you got him speechless!"
Her response was a sly grin and a shrug, her eyes still fixated on the Gryffindor table.
Another couldn't help but snicker, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You've done it. You've rendered him speechless," she teased. "He's just sitting there like a statue. I can't believe you've taken control of the situation."
She simply smirked and shrugged in response, her gaze unwavering from the stunned James.
The group's laughter grew louder, their amusement growing by the second. "You've really got him under your spell, Goldstein," chimed in another. "I've never seen anyone make him this quiet before!"
