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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Elodie had discovered that finding James was a challenging task. Nobody seemed to go out of their way to look for him, they simply accepted that he was often off somewhere doing his own thing.
When she asked his family about his whereabouts, she would usually hear, "I don't know...", "He's probably off doing his own things...", "He might be serving detention..." or "You'll likely find him eventually, just keep looking."
Her realization was both infuriating and heartbreaking. It confirmed her suspicions—James was rarely sought out, and most people seemed content to let him be. The fact that everyone expected others to do the searching for him or simply accepted his absence without a second thought stung.
It felt like a heavy weight on her heart, knowing that James was often unseen and unappreciated by those around him.
A sudden clarity washed over her mind—the reason it was so difficult to find James became apparent. It was not just the fact that he didn't readily make himself accessible. It was also due to his personality—he wasn't someone who enjoyed being found.
Despite her usual lack of success in locating things, Elodie had an unwavering determination that fueled her efforts.
"You know," Elodie huffed loudly, out of breath, "you're not exactly easy to find, James Sirius Potter."
James, perched alone on the bench of the quidditch field, looked down from the pitch towards the field, where Elodie had refused to climb the stairways and was instead standing on the field.
"I have my moments," he replied with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. James leaned over the edge of the wall, his surprise mirrored on his face. "How did you manage to find me, of all people?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.
He slowly leaned his elbow on the edge, eyeing her with a crooked smile. "From what I heard from Fred, I thought you were hopeless at finding things," he added, a cocky grin playing on his lips.
"Ha-ha, very funny, Potter." Elodie shot back, her voice a monotone. "Listen, I can see your broom next to you—so get your arse down here. I'm not really enjoying this way of communication."
James chuckled, replying with a sly smirk, "Well, I must admit, I find it quite interesting. I get a good view of you from up here," he retorted nonchalantly.
Elodie's eye twitched at James's comment, a mix of annoyance and mild irritation flickering across her features. She warned, "Don't tempt me, Potter. You know how adept I am with spells. I'll use it if I have to."
He laughed, slowly lowering his broom towards her, but he hovered above the ground, giving her a cocky smirk.
"No." Elodie quickly shook her head, a hint of mild exasperation passing through her expression.
