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James had asked Isabella to meet him in the gardens, the rain had held off for a few hours and what with all the madness surrounding their arrival, the welcoming ceremony and starting classes it just really seemed like he hadn't spent any time with her. The fact that there were so many beautiful girls here from the New Zealand school and the Durmstrang school meant very little to him for over a year well nearly two he had had eyes for only one. It had taken him a long time to recognise that and another long time to stop acting like a complete moron when he was around her.
He knew he could at any time have blamed his play acting and male egotistical bravado on her being a half Veela but he knew it had nothing to do with it. In the beginning sure but after being around Fleur and her children long enough he knew that the effects were almost mild in a sense after regular contact. So for the longest time that's what he had attempted to do, just make regular contact. It wasn't that he had needed to say anything to her, he just wanted to be around her enough times so she wouldn't effect him the way she did other boys.
Now, well now she effected him completely differently. She meant the world to him and as daft as that sounded at 17 yrs old he thought it had never been a truer statement. James often did stupid things trying to impress her and none of it seemed to matter to her or work for that matter and yet he still did them anyway. He checked his watch before shoving his hands deep inside his pockets. The naming ceremony would be tomorrow. He had sent a letter off to him parents letting them know how he was and how they were all getting on. Not once did he let on how nervous he was about it all.
What if he didn't get called out? The Great Harry Potters son couldn't live up to his fathers reputation. How many times had he heard that one already? Well he didn't want to live up to his reputation any how, wasn't he always told he was more like his grandfather, his name sake.
He knew he could at any time have blamed his play acting and male egotistical bravado on her being a half Veela but he knew it had nothing to do with it. In the beginning sure but after being around Fleur and her children long enough he knew that the effects were almost mild in a sense after regular contact. So for the longest time that's what he had attempted to do, just make regular contact. It wasn't that he had needed to say anything to her, he just wanted to be around her enough times so she wouldn't effect him the way she did other boys.
Now, well now she effected him completely differently. She meant the world to him and as daft as that sounded at 17 yrs old he thought it had never been a truer statement. James often did stupid things trying to impress her and none of it seemed to matter to her or work for that matter and yet he still did them anyway. He checked his watch before shoving his hands deep inside his pockets. The naming ceremony would be tomorrow. He had sent a letter off to him parents letting them know how he was and how they were all getting on. Not once did he let on how nervous he was about it all.
What if he didn't get called out? The Great Harry Potters son couldn't live up to his fathers reputation. How many times had he heard that one already? Well he didn't want to live up to his reputation any how, wasn't he always told he was more like his grandfather, his name sake.