Rainy Days [James Potter]

Chapter 33

Since the declaration of their relationship status, Robin has only been receiving glares from younger girls in the halls, all claiming to their friends--"He was my soulmate!", which quickly got frustrating. Remus and Sirius still refused to acknowledge their feelings, though they seemed the slightest bit closer-- always finding excuses to be alone, or laughing with each other like no-one else was there (which Robin despised, as she hates being ignored). She needed a small break from the whispers and the rumours (though they affected her less than they had previously) . And James came along with the perfect thing.

"Oi, Kitten, come with me to the quidditch pitch, I have to show you something."

"For the last time, I'm not a kitten I'm a lynx!" She argued, but she found the prospect slightly funny, "If you weren't so giant you would know the difference!" but James just pretended not to hear her. He just grabbed her wrist and strung her along with him, finally stopping when she saw the posters covering the stands.

WANTED

New quidditch commentator. Preferably someone with experience
in the area, an ex-player or
otherwise fan. Any inappropriate
or off-topic talk will
be censored by professor
Mcgonagall. Any student interested
must go see their head of house for further information.

"Yeah. So?" Robin shrugged.

"Why don't you sign up?" he asked, "I mean you are a fan, aren't you?"

"Not really." She shook her head, cocking an eyebrow

"Let me rephrase that: you are my fan, aren't you?"

"Of course, but I don't know anything about quidditch. How could I become a commentator?"

"Just go see Slughorn for me. Please?"

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "No."

"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this, but you owe me one favour of my choice after I won our bet on the quidditch pitch. I was saving it for something else, but I don't really need it anymore."

"What? You can't do that! Free will is a thing!"

"Yes, but a deal's a deal, love."

"I'm going to kick you." she replied, to which he grinned in triumph.

"Cheers, Kitten-- see you on the pitch!"

"Whatever."

*

"So, Miss White, you're interested in the position of quidditch commentator?" Slughorn asked, sitting across from Robin.

"Yes, I think this would be a great experience to bond with my peers."

"That sounds reasonable. Do you have any experience with quidditch?"

"Yes," she lied, "I tried out for the team but I didn't make the cut, so I thought that this was the next best thing."

Slughorn scribbled something down on his notepad and turned back to her. "I'm not really allowed to say this," he started, "but I think your chances are quite good. Certainly better than the other Slytherins, who just seemed interested in watching the game from a good angle-- I'm certain they wanted to use magic to win." he wiped his forehead nervously. "And it's a good idea for you to try and build a good relationship with your peers-- I don't think they've currently got the right idea of you..."

Finally, he ushered her out and told her he would get back to her with the results the next day.

"How did you do?" she jumped in fright at the sound of someone next to her.

"He said I did quite well." She turned to look her mysterious companions (actually Sirius and Peter-- not so mysterious) in the eye. "Did James send you two?"

"No, he just told us he wanted you to become quidditch commentator for him and Peter and I decided to come check up on you," said Sirius.

"'Wanted' is a loose term." she muttered, causing the two to chuckle.

"Yeah, well 'decided', too." Peter rolled his eyes. "Turns out that, even if I didn't want to get out of bed... Let's just say Pads is stronger than he looks. And a complete arse." Robin giggled at his statement.

"Hey! Don't insult me!"

"Yeah!" Robin exclaimed, linking arms with the two of them and walking towards Gryffindor Tower, where she would undoubtedly stay the night, "Sirius is a sensitive and romantic soul with eyes for only one boy." she sighed dramatically, earning a laugh from Peter and a playful glare from Sirius.

When they finally arrived outside the boys room, she realised that she didn't have anywhere to sleep. Sirius seemed to be having the same thought.

"You can take my bed if you want. I'll sleep in the common room if you want." he said, knowing she wasn't going back to the dungeons.

"Or in Remus' arms." she mumbled, causing Peter to chuckle. "But in all seriousness, you don't have to do that. We'll figure something out."

"We should probably set up a permanent bed for you." Peter noted, swiftly opening the door

"How'd the interview go?" James asked as soon as they came in.

"No hello? No how are you? Just did you do the task that I assigned you and forced you to do?"

"Well isn't that the most important thing?" he asked jokingly, so she rolled him off his bed and sat herself down. "Hey!"

"This is mine now." she stated blankly.

"Can't we share?" he pleaded. "Besides, you can't sleep in your uniform. You'll have to get of at some point."

"Oh yeah? Watch me." she tried to get under the duvet but James pulled it out from under her. She realised that was a battle she was not going to win. He raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you have to lend me some clothes."

He grinned triumphantly, looking through his drawers for some comfortable clothes for her to wear as pyjamas, finally handing her some baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt of some muggle band she'd never heard of.

They finally snuggled in together and she drifted off to sleep.

A/N
So how's quarantine for everyone? I figured since I had so much free time I would update this chapter early (cause Iove you guys) and I honestly miss the outside world help.
I try to reply to any comments, so feel free to leave one :)
Also, I'm working on a new story right now, (Remus Lupin fic) and I was wondering what you guys would like included? Will you read it? Should be up next month with the next chapter of this story (if not sooner). Thanks for your patience, sorry for the long author's note.