𝐌𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 |𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻

37. Sun

Fifth Year:

We were standing in front of a huge building, the garden was also huge just like the museum, and there were only a few muggles.

Professor McGonagall asked us to dress like muggles instead of our uniforms, so it was easier for us to blend in.

There was a man and a woman with blue uniforms, standing next to Professor with a smile on their face. "I want everyone to put on these bracelets until the end of our trip. In any emergency, simply press the button on the bracelet. Mr. Charles," the man next to her smiled and waved at us. "and Mrs. Charles will help you with your emergency." The woman smiled too, just like her husband.

Professor went over a few museum rules and I nearly fell asleep from boredom. James nudged my arm and I turned to look at him with a blank face.

He turned his head towards the small door on our left. I looked back at McGonagall and we slowly started walking side ways. She wasn't paying any attention to us so we quickly walked towards the door and entered the museum.

"Woah." I turned around and gave the same reaction as James.

We were standing in front of a corridor that was painted in yellow with holes in them.

" Sun " I read the writing on top of us.

"What are the holes for?" He asked, pointing the yellow wall.

I walked over to look inside but got distracted by the door. I slowly opened it and stepped inside. I was now standing in a different room that was a little smaller than the other one. 

"Where are you going?" James whispered from the other room.

"I don't know but I like it."

This room was probably the storage. It was just a few old books, lots of dusty boxes, amd a few statues.

I heard him laugh next to me. "This one looks like a chicken laying eggs." I looked over to the statue he was showing. 

"It looks more like a quaffle, don't you think?" I asked touching it slightly.

"Maybe it is. And these muggles thought it was a normal red statue from old times or something." He grabbed it and almost dropped it too.

"Be careful!" I whispered helping him hold it.

"Oops?" We were both holding the statue with out two hands, he got closer and muttered some stuff.

"James I can't feel my legs anymore!" I felt, giving more of the weight to him.

We moved closely to an old table and pushed the statue on it. I sat on the table, next to the statue, while James sat on the floor, his arms resting on his knees.

"So..." He started but I cut him off.

"No."

"I didn't even say anything enough."

I looked at him and jumped down from the table, sitting across from him on the floor instead.

"What were you going to say then?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

He looked around the storage, probably looking for another thing to say. "I was.... going to ask you if you remembered the first time we met."

Oh, I sure did. It was awkward. Thanks to Ollivanders.

"Yeah, it was a weird way to meet. Especially when you learn about someones grandparents love life, before you even meet them."

He laughed. "Oh yeah, that part!"