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Daisy had had a plan, and it was a very good plan. She had heard that Dogweed and Deathcap was selling some special herbs to people who were in the know, and while Daisy often had her head in the clouds, she did pay attention to the things that were important. Like an easy chance to score some gillyweed. 

Unfortunately, her best laid plans seemed to be going up in smoke. That seemed to happen more often than not, and Daisy couldn’t help wondering– was she bad at planning? Or maybe the universe was just aligned against her. Mercury was probably in retrograde again.

“What do you mean you’re all out?” She tried not to sound whiny as she talked to the booth attendant, she really did, but she could hear it creeping into her voice anyway. While she had made a plan to get up early that morning, somehow she had left her flat almost four hours later than intended. She blamed the vagaries of the universe. “What am I supposed to do? The music’s not going to sound the same without– without–” She flailed her hands dramatically, too overcome with frustration and distress to find words anymore.

He had gotten to the festival early.  After all, word of gillyweed had circulated before the festival started, and James had known that it would go fast.  Sure, he’d given up smoking normal cigarettes years ago, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy some gillyweed from time to time.  And, with all the acts that were performing, a lot of them would be enhanced with a little extra substances coursing through his body.

The sound of a whine nearby drew his attention, and James couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Daisy looking so distraught.  No doubt she had come for what he’d already scored.  His automatic instinct was to just continue on his way, find his mates, and share it with them.  But, Daisy had shared her stash throughout their years at Hogwarts from time to time, and it would be cruel to deny her the same.

Moving through the crowd, James bumped her with his shoulder.  “You’ve got some cheese to go with that whine?”

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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Lily was feeling fantastic. The sun was shining, music was playing, and she had let go of the stress of the world for just a few moments and was truly living in the present. The music festival was just what she needed to take a break from the harsh reality of the times. With the sun shining above her and butterbeer and gillyweed flowing through her veins, it was easy to forget all about the oncoming storm.

It was also easy to forget where one’s friends were. Lily had lost them- again. Lily didn’t smoke gillyweed very often, and so when she did she usually felt a bit floaty and was easily distracted. She glanced around, realizing she was in between the Shrieking Shack and the main stage. She decided to wander over to the vendor booths and maybe grab a drink or something to eat. 

She was wandering along, not quite walking in a straight line, when she recognized someone she knew. In her hazy, relaxed state she didn’t think deeply enough to realize that the person she recognized was not someone she usually hung out with. “James!” she exclaimed when she caught up with him, before frowning to herself, “When did I start calling you James?” she asked herself. She shook her head, as if that would help clear it. “Potter,” she began again, “What are you doing over here?”

It was easy to get caught up in all of the excitement and fun of the festival.  James had long ago lost count of all the money he’d dropped playing games, how many drinks he had had, and now... where his friends had gone.  They had meant to spend the days together, maybe flirt with a few people, listen to some good music, and then go home drunk at the end of the night.  It was a simple plan... that James had gone and screwed up by getting a little too distracted by the smells of food coming from one of the booths.  He’d turned to get some food and when he’d looked back, he’d lost sight of his friends.

Still, the chips in his hands were definitely worth it.  And, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to find them later.  They had already talked about ending the night at the Shrieking Shack.  So, if worst came to worst, he could just meet up with them then and they’d all go home from there.  Just as James shoved another chip into his mouth, he heard his name come from the crowd as a familiar head of red hair came towards him.

“I’m...” James scarfed down the last of the chip he still had in his mouth before holding up his basket of chips.  He paused though, trying to think of a clever way to word it instead of just ‘eating.’  “Enjoying the cuisine that this place is offering.  While simultaneously looking for my friends.  The assholes went and ditched me.”

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Greta approached the nearest festival attendee with a broad ‘i’m about to ask a favor’ sort of smile settled upon her features. “Hello,” she chirped. Wasting little time before divulging why she’d so suddenly turned to address the poor-unfortunate individual. “So, uh– how’s your hand eye coordination?” She was teetering on her toes with excitement, “because there’s this little game booth set up. You know, the Keeper ones with the hoops? Well, i’m super terrible at them.” Only a small sheepish chuckle separated her rambly-explanation. “But they have a bunch of autographed copies of Quidditch posters from the British League and there’s a slightly older one for the Wimbourne Wasps with Ludo Bagman’s face on it and– please, pretty please, could you maybe try to win it for me?” 

Greta put on her best puppy eyed pout. “I can’t really offer you coin for it, but… I could offer to make you something? Or, uh, owe you a favor or an errand? Oh! I could offer you a drink on the house next time you’re at the Goat in Boots pub.”

He knew that expression all too well.  Mostly because he was used to using it himself, flashing a charming grin in the hopes of getting whatever it was that he currently wanted.  Arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at Greta, he smirked at her request.  After all, not only was his hand eye coordination incredible, he took it as a serious source of pride to be good at that game.  Years on the Gryffindor quidditch team all lead up to this moment.  Forget playing chaser professionally after the climate of the world died down, this was his time to shine.  “There’s no trying to it.  It’ll be easy,” James assured her, dropping his hands back down to his side and nodding towards where she had come from.

“And... make it two drinks on the house and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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     Reading and walking in one go was not necessarily the Best Idea generally speaking, but multi-tasking in itself seemed valuable so perhaps that outweighed the very plausible chance of Greta walking into something. More so, she’d really just not put much thought into it. In her hands was a book on edible flowers that she’d read so many times the pages were thoroughly dog-eared and delipidated. It never seemed to stop being useful. 

Another’s voice vaguely registered somewhere in her head, calling out for a Clark. Since clearly, she was not a Clark, the young woman simultaneously tuned it out. That was until James Potter was very suddenly standing in front of her. His declaration earning a few confused blinks from the blonde. “I might have been in a past life?” She offered, somewhat in jest and somewhat as if perhaps that might console him in some small unfathomable manner. 

Putting two-and-two together Greta realized the voice calling out before must have been his. “Oh, are you looking for a cat?” Her gaze immediately skirted the area in a newly adopted panic, perhaps all too quick to feel inclined to help. Not that surveying an area James had likely already looked in just then was defined as ‘helping’. 

While the idea of Greta being a cat in a past life was definitely one that would have been amusing at any other time, now was not the moment to dwell on that.  Although, picturing her with set of cat ears and a long tail was almost enough to draw his attention for too long, and James no doubt couldn’t hide the smirk that was pulling at the corners of his mouth.  Certain she would no doubt end up as someone’s spoiled house cat, James forced himself to focus once more on his task at hand.

Nodding at her question, James sighed as he ran his hand through his hair.  “I let him out to roam around outside for a bit.  I only left him for a few minutes, but the dumb thing managed to get through a loose board in our gate.  And he’s faster than most people give him credit for, so there’s no telling where he’s gotten to.”

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It amazed him just how fast Clark was.  He’d let him out into the garden to roam around, gone in to get a drink, and in the time he came back out... the cat was gone.  And sure, maybe a little bit of it was his fault.  James was more than aware that a few of the boards in the fence were loose, and he also knew that Clark knew that too.  The dumb cat was more intelligent than his appearance would ever have others to believe.  But, he’d never imagine the little devil would disappear in that short amount of time.

Which, now put James running down street after street, continuously calling for his missing pet and praying that something hadn’t happened to his cat.  Sure, he had other pets at home, but Clark had definitely proved useful so far.  And he couldn’t bear the idea of something bad happening to the little hooligan.  Turning a corner, James spied movement and almost breathed a sigh of relief.  But, upon coming closer, he realized that what he’d hoped was his cat was just another person.

“Clark!”

Really, how rude of people to be wandering about on days like today.  Did they not understand he was on a mission?  Coming to a screeching halt so as not to hit the other person, James groaned.  “Nope.  You’re not a cat.”

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14, 33, 34, 47

14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Previously answered

33: What do people call you?

Previously answered

34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

“That Lily’s skirt was stuck in her knickers once in like... fifth year.  But I preferred the show.  Cut short though when one of her friends let her in on it.  Quite rude, if you ask me.”

47: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

“Not really.  I mean, my life has been relatively the same as it was six months ago, so it’s all just... there.”

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5, 7, 11 & 30

5: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

“Hanging out with my friends and sleeping.  What can I say?  I’m a simple man.”

7: How late did you stay up last night?

“About 10 o’clock.  I have to be up bright and early at 5:30 to go running.”

11: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

“Why would i want to?”

30: How is your heart lately?

“Well, I did this once already literally.  But, metaphorically, I’d still say it’s alright.  Solid.”

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4, 8, 12, 29, 30

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

“No.  People want to be with me, usually.  I’m a blast.”

8: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

“Oh, for sure.  I still live at home, and I sleep in my boxers.  My parents and Teeley don’t care though.”

12: Have you pretended to like someone?

“I pissed one of the Carrows off one time by acting like I was her absolute best fried.  It was great seeing just how mad she would got.  The more she yelled at me, the more I laid on the charm.”

29: Were your last three kisses from the same person?

“No.  I’ve kissed my mom, and Sirius, and Marlene.  Nothing romantic, obviously.  But, definitely those were my last three.”

30: How is your heart lately?

“I guess it’s fine.  I still run, and I haven’t had any sort of medical issue lately so… I think it’s alright.”

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1, 3, 14, 27, 49

1: What would you name your future daughter?

“First, let me point out the obvious: the idea of me being a father is terrifying.  Definitely not something I see happening for me... ever.  It’d get in the way of my quidditch career.  But, hypothetically speaking, if I did have a daughter, I’d want her to have a unique name.  Something like... Elvendork.  That’d be pretty for a girl.  Seriously though, maybe something like Elizabeth or Victoria.”

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

“Again, I would say join the club.”

14: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

“I have multiple people that can always make me smile.  My parents are good at it.  They always know exactly how to cheer me up.  And my mates are great at it too.  I’m really lucky to have all of them in my life.”

27: Are you listening to music right now?

“Not at this moment, no.  But, I do think putting on some Bowie might be a good idea.”

49: Have you ever been to New York?

“I have not.  But I really want to.  America seems like it would be a great place to visit.”

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3, 13, 23, 33, 43

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

“Join the club.”

13: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

“Probably.  I mean, I took it up during fifth year because I thought it made me look cool, but mum and dad didn’t like the smell of it, so I had to quit.  It wasn’t hard, and I really don’t have much of a desire to start it back up.”

23: Have you ever been to Paris?

“A few times.  But I prefer London much more.”

33: What do people call you?

“Obviously, I get a lot of James and Potter.  My mum also calls me Jamie from time to time.  My mates call me Prongs, and I have been described as a toerag once or twice.  Not entirely sure what that means, but it was a new one.  Others have called me the most attractive Marauder, God’s gift to quidditch, a menace to society... there’s a long list really.”

43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

“Definitely not.  Kissing’s fun and it doesn’t always have to mean something.  It doesn’t hurt anyone, so it’s usually a good time.”

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2, 4, 34, 48

2: Do you miss anyone?

“I miss not being able to see people all day, every day like I once was able to.  Like, Sirius, Remus, Peter and I were all attached at the hip while we were in school.  But right now, we’re all doing our own things, so we do not always have the opportunity to hang out as much as we would like to.  So sure, I miss them.”

4: Ever been told “it’s not you, it’s me”?

“Absolutely not.  I’ve told some people that.  Didn’t mean it, though.  It was usually them.”

34: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

“I wanted to tell Remus he had something stuck in his teeth before.  But ended up not doing it because it was more amusing watching him walk around with it and smile at people with a huge green glob staring back at them.”

48: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

“Depends on who it is.  I’m a big fan of spreading out when I’m in bed.  But, Sirius is a great cuddler--he just is so warm and attentive--so I’m always willing to sleep with him.”

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What Hogwarts House would you be sorted into? 

I’m high key a Hufflepuff and proud.

Why does that House fit you best? 

Literally everything that Hufflepuff is, is how you would describe me.  I’m a hard worker, I’m extremely patient, and willing to help others in any way I can.  I teach middle school, so you kind of have to be patient and willing to work with others in order to do that as your job.  But also, I don’t like taking a lot of attention on myself, and prefer to kind of stay in the background.

If you’ve taken the quiz on Pottermore, did you get the results you expected? 

I didn’t find it surprising at all when I got Hufflepuff.

Do you feel you’re a combination of Houses and have an impossible time choosing?

When I was younger, I felt a weird draw towards Ravenclaw as well, because I really defined myself by my academic intelligence.  But, now that I’m more settled and out of the competitive world that was my high school academics focused life, I definitely only identify with my fellow badgers.