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James walked along the lakefront knowing that it was too cold to go swimming. a Bluebell flame had been floating around him however to provide him with some warmth so that he could leave the Commonroom and think. The year was almost over and soon he would be back on the Quidditch Pitch playing for the Canons, Kiera however would still be in school with plenty of other guys trying to bid for her attention. James at times wished he could talk to his mother or father about these sort've things but had spent the last two years not speaking with them. They hadn't approved of him leaving school early and worst yet believed they proved there points when he had returned.
Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron however had been more then welcoming and accepting. Uncle Ron had mentioned it being one of the perks as Uncle rather then father. He had then mentioned that if Hugo or Rose did anything like that he'd probably have killed them. James had found some humor in this and decided to continue talking with his other relatives knowing full well that they were probably sending progress reports back home to his parents. James didn't think he minded that much though as he picked up a small stone and began throwing across the cold waters. James wondered what Kiera was doing right now as he continued trying to sort out the mess that laid inside his head. The wind blew cold and James felt every bit of it even with the bluebell.
Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron however had been more then welcoming and accepting. Uncle Ron had mentioned it being one of the perks as Uncle rather then father. He had then mentioned that if Hugo or Rose did anything like that he'd probably have killed them. James had found some humor in this and decided to continue talking with his other relatives knowing full well that they were probably sending progress reports back home to his parents. James didn't think he minded that much though as he picked up a small stone and began throwing across the cold waters. James wondered what Kiera was doing right now as he continued trying to sort out the mess that laid inside his head. The wind blew cold and James felt every bit of it even with the bluebell.