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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James recognized that the situation was different when it came to Elodie. Unlike most females, she wasn't someone he expected anything idealistic from. Despite their recent friendship, she was one of the few or more like only female he had genuinely gotten to know without ulterior motives. He valued their friendship more than any potential intimacy.
James, while experienced in the physical aspect, lacked an understanding of the realm of love and emotional connections due to his limited understanding of relationships.
Elodie, on the other hand, was an entirely different case. She had experienced love firsthand and was aware of the depth and complexity of the emotions involved.
With absence of OWLs and NEWTs during their sixth year gave James an unexpected advantage. This newfound freedom from academic pressures freed up his mind and allowed him to truly focus on his thoughts and feelings.
He started delving deeper into his thoughts, seeking answers. What had influenced his past actions? Why had he gravitated towards multiple girls when he knew it could hurt them?
The more he pondered, the more he grappled with a strange sense of guilt. He began to realize the extent of his actions and how his behaviour might have hurt Elodie. This newfound understanding only heightened his inner struggle.
"I don't know how to love someone," he admitted, each word carefully enunciated as it reached Elodie's ears. He braced himself for mockery or laughter, but her reaction was different.
She sought clarity and asked, "Romantically?" To which he nodded in confirmation.
"Why do you think that James?" she inquired, her tone genuinely curious.
He repeated the question before continuing with his response. "Because how can I love someone when I can't even love myself?" He confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.
"My entire life, I've been told how to act, how to behave. I've been trained to be the perfect son, the ideal nephew, the perfect representative of the Potter family as the eldest," he explained.
"My siblings are cut from the same cloth. Albus is just like my father, even if he is in Slytherin, while Lily is just like my mother. And me? I'm the odd one out."
He paused momentarily, gathering his thoughts before continuing, "Who am I supposed to be? I never got the chance to discover who I truly am. I was forced to fit into a mould, to live up to others' expectations." The frustration in his voice was obvious, mixed with a hint of sadness.
She answered calmly, "Yourself, James." James paused for a moment, expecting her to scoff or brush off his words. However, she surprised him with a challenge.
"You wouldn't understand how—" he started, a hint of defensiveness in his voice before her next question cut him off.
"Then make me understand, James," Elodie calmly stated, her expression firm.
