As their sixth year at Hogwarts begins, Annalise Wood and James Sirius Potter are at the peak of their rivalry. To say they hated eachother would be an understatement.
Although sometimes they brought out the worst in eachother, they also brought out...
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"ADDICTION IS A VERY DANGEROUS and unhealthy thing." James said to her, as she finished her third butterbeer.
"It's not an addiction!" Annalise defended, setting her glass down on the table.
"So you aren't about to get up and go order your fourth butterbeer?" James replied, a huge smirk on his face.
"N-No!" Annalise said back, even though that was what she was just about to do. James' smirk didn't disappear, as she crossed her arms and stayed seated. She stared him down not breaking eye contact, as they both challenged each other.
"Are we not supposed to speak?" Alex whispered, looking back and forth between, as silence had overcome the table.
"Shhhh!" Asher said, gesturing Alex to be quiet. "I want to see who wins this."
Neither of them had broken eye contact yet, but a minute later Annalise had given away.
"Oh, fuck it!" She cursed, looking away away from James, who laughed triumphantly. She pushed her chair back, standing up and walking towards the counter to order another butterbeer. She ignored James, who yelled "I told you so!" as she ordered her drink. She grabbed 2 sickles from her pocket and payed for it, before grabbing the glass and walking back to the table.
James smirked at her, which Annalise returned with a glare, as she lifted her glass for a sip. "Addiction." He said slowly in a taunting manner while she drank her butterbeer.
"It's not an addiction!" She said once more.
"Four butterbeers!" He exclaimed. "And it hasn't even been an hour! Addicti-"
"Oh shut it!" She snapped at him. "Let me drink the one thing that makes me happy in peace!"
They were all bundled up in their jackets, hats and scarves as the weather had gotten much colder. The sunny days of September were long gone, as the cold winter slowly approached, the temperature decreasing a few degrees every day. After a long trip to the Hogsmeade branch of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes so the boys could stock up on their "necessities for survival," and a quick trip to Honeydukes, they were all seated inside The Three Broomsticks. The warm pub was stuffed with people who all had the same idea of escaping from the cold outside.
"Only 6 more months until I can go up to Madame Rosmerta and order a firewhisky." James sighed dreamily. "And that time she'll have to give it to me!"
"Jokes on you." Alex laughed happily. "Two more months for me!"
"What does it matter anyway." Roxy rolled her eyes. "You both already have a stash of firewhisky that you've been building up since fourth year."
"Yeah, but it'll be so much better when I'm finally of age!" James said excitedly. "It'll be much easier to get our hands on some whenever we want!"
