✨ Chapter One ✨
July 3rd, 1977
"Why did you go and do that for?"
"Are you stupid or something, Cleo?" James asked in his frustration, groaning as he rubbed his sore head.
He quickly untangled himself from her and sat up, brushing the dust off himself.
"No but clearly you are, Potter," she said, lacing each word and syllable with a newfound hatred.
Potters weren't always good with hints, especially this particular one.
"Watch your tongue, Reyes," James scoffed, making away with the nicknames too now as he carefully took the pieces of glass out of his back, one by one.
Each time a piece was dislodged from his back, he would let out a low groan of pain.
If Cleodora didn't want to acknowledge that they were on first name bases now, then neither would he.
Sometimes they could be childish when it came to their fights and disagreements but both were far too stubborn to see that fact.
They both wanted to be right at every frustrating moment.
Cleodora sneezed as the dust travelled around them. As soon as she realised that it was the magical kind, she backed away from it rather fast.
"Is this what I think it is? Are you kidding me?"
Her shrill shout was sudden yet not too loud which caused him to jerk back for a moment due to the high pitch sound.
"I don't know, what is it?" James asked with a lazy shrug as he began picking the rest of the loose dust pieces off his clothing.
All the pieces of glass now sat neatly in a pile in front of him, each piece covered in droplets of his ruby red blood.
The blood some people would kill to get their hands on but James cared little for it. He could always make more if needed.
"It's magical dust. What the hell did you break, James?"
Cleodora hissed low as she pulled out her wand, quickly and efficiently cleaning herself off and hoping there was no magical consequence for the spilled magic dust.
"I don't know. It was some dumb thing my dad was working on," he replied with another careless shrug.
"Don't blame me. He wouldn't let me know what it was."
His eyes looked down at the jagged pieces of glass, wondering what it could have been. His dad had been awfully secretive about it and normally he would've done whatever it took to figure it out but his attention had been on her the last couple months.
James was so wrapped up in their little love affair, he hadnt even questioned things that seemed strange.
"Probably because it was dangerous and he knows what kind of an idiot you are," her reply was fast and laced with cruelty.
"You're such a bitch, did you know that?"
"Never mind that. Where are we?" Cleodora asked as she turned to finally look at James properly.
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