Unforeseen Consequences ☞︎ A James Potter Fan Fic

{6} Pop Goes The Kneazle

James Potter usually wasn't a fellow to be labeled as annoying. Dashing? Yes. Charming? Yes. Mischievous? Yes. But no, not annoying. Or according to him, any other negative trait in any dictionary. Ever. But if you had asked Holly Hutton what she thought about James Potter over the next week, she would've bluntly said.

"He's an annoying little git who has nothing better to do than waste peoples time."

Of course her attitude towards the boy troubled her deeply. She was usually kind and friendly towards most, if not all, she met. But something about Potter annoyed her to no absolute end. His pestering was all she could see for her future. She would be at her wedding, and there he would be asking to get Lily Evans to fall in love with him. She would be having her first child, and there he would be, asking to help him. Her children's graduation, her children's wedding, and so on. All the way until she was on her deathbed. Even then, would James Potter ask for her help in getting Lily Evans to fall in love with him. Those would be the last words she would ever hear on this earth and she was not okay with that.

So with this weight pulling her down, Holly knew no other way to react then to be rather rude to him; in hopes it would get him to leave her alone. So far that theory and hope had not worked out. Luckily enough, Holly was not one to give up. Unluckily enough, neither was James.

That day Holly had been walking into the pitch to watch Hufflepuff practice as usual. She peered inside the place and kept a watchful eye, wondering if James was anywhere around. If she could avoid him, she would take that chance. Instead of Gryffindors, the Slytherin team had come out of the pitch just in time to switch practices.

The Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw scrimmage was tonight. Holly was excited all the same. Yes, she was neither a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin, but she loved the game and she loved to watch all the same. There weren't many quidditch games during the year, but the houses enjoyed putting together scrimmages in anticipation for the actual games. Her, David, and Brie had the tradition of never missing any quidditch came that Hogwarts had going on. The three friends were all obsessed with Quidditch. They enjoyed studying the other teams, seeing how they played. On top of everything else, they needed to see and not just hear, who was going to be playing them next.

Gryffindor had sadly won the game versus Hufflepuff. So that meant, whoever lost this game by the time it actually arrived, would play them.

So instead of heading to the great hall for lunch, the Hufflepuff team- plus Holly- went down to the pitch for an extra practice. As they all walked onto the grass, Holly couldn't help but look over at Gryffindors locker room.

"I know... it doesn't even looked like anything happened." David said, making Holly jump and look up at David to see him looking at the locker room as well.

"Magic sure is... magical." Holly said awkwardly. They all walked deeper into the pitch when David squinted his eyes seeing a figure near Hufflepuffs own locker room.

"What is..." David whispered, trailing off in confusion. The figure started running over to the team. Once she was closer, they could all tell it was Brie.

"What took you lot so long?" Brie asked, slightly out of breath as she ran up to them. David laughed in surprised happiness as Brie continued on and ran right up to give David a side-hug.

"Brie?! What are you doing here?" David asked with a smile. Brie was an avid fan, but she wasn't as hard-core as Holly. Or at least not in the same way. Brie shrugged before placing her hands in her robe pockets.

"Decided to check you all out. See how the teams practices are going." Brie explained. David nodded.

"Well, that's great. You can join Holly in the stands." Davide suggested. Brie's face turned surprised as she turned to Holly who was standing right next to David.