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The fact that they were stuck in a closet together was the worst thing to ever happen to her. He was James Potter the second, and she was Veronica Mason. She danced. He read books. She liked boys and girls. By the looks of it, he was probably asexual. That said it all.
“Speak, James.” the brunette said after thirty minutes of silence.
James looks to her, a little confused that she was on speaking terms with him. “I’m not a dog Veronica. A little, hello, it sucks being in a closet with you…Would have been a better way to start a conversation with me.”
Annoyed, the Ravenclaw crosses her arms and glares at the Gryffindor.
“What’s that look for? Your the one who told me to speak.”
“Why are you always so serious?”
“My middle name is ‘Sirius’ love. Of course, I’m going to be serious.” he responds all too soon, causing her roll her eyes at him. She could be getting drunk right about now. She could be having a good shag, or at least a decent snog. But nooo. She was still stuck in a closet with James bloody Potter.
“Ugh,” was all she says, pish poshing him with a wave of her hand. Then he says something that causes her to be a little more interested in their conversation: “My grandfather’s maps gone missing. I haven’t any idea what my da’s going to do to me when he figures out.”
Veronica tries not to smirk, but it’s very hard. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Jamie. I’d help look for it, but—I’m stuck in this damn closet with you until someone let’s us out.”
“I know you took it.” he responds, laughing at her suddenly ghostly expression. I found out a week ago when you actually got to class on time. I think we should talk more often, you know, now that I think you’re actually more than a posh mouthy ballerina of a tart.”
Veronica uncrosses her arms, fairly surprised. In fourth year, fifth, but not this year, the girl had asked him out and he had told her no. HER of all people. “Are you asking me out on a date?” she blinked a few times, not caring if she was missing out on a nice shag, or snog. James Potter had asked her out.
“No. But I would like you to meet me at the Three Broomsticks with the map next weekend…”
“You’re asking me out on a date!” she taunts, both eyebrows up in a mocking fashion. “Smarty’s asking me to a Butter Beer.” The map was in her book back in the Ravenclaw common room. He didn’t know that. “What if I say no?”
“Then you say no.” he shrugs.
“Alright. Yes. I’m going to say yes.” and with that, Fred Weasley opens the door to the closet; blinking a few times.
“Am I inter—”
At the same time, both Veronica and James simply say no. But maybe something could be interrupted one day. Just not today.
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There. This isn’t amazing…but yeah.
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