Chasers & Beaters

•eyes & erasing•

A/N:  the universe is fucking hilarious. Three years ago I wrote that James potter's amortentia smelt like cherry broom wax and he couldn't stand it. I don't even know why I chose that—I'm not even a big cherry fan tbh. Yesterday I was at TJmax and I see this perfume. I thought nothing of it. Today I went to Marshall's with my best friend and we found it in a body mist form. And I was like hmm why is cherry vanilla wood familiar. I sprayed it and loved it and bought it, it was very much worth 12.99. So when I showered and came back to write the rest of this chapter I accident pressed the notification of someone voting on a chapter and ended up re reading it just to discover that sparkling detail. ANYWAYS. In conclusion, this is what Diana Cordelia Potter smells like canonically. LOVE YA

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d. potter's POV
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I think he's mad at me.

He's quiet, that's very very strange behavior for James Potter. Maybe I've been suspicious if my husband is actually my husband since two nights ago but I feel like an awful wife.

I knew something felt off but I didn't question it, I should've known that sense that whoever that creep was just wasn't my husband. It wasn't my James.

Prongs says that he's not mad at me and that he's here for me but it's so strange. I expected him to be overdramatic and for there to be a fight but he's just calm. Prongs is understanding and patient with me and he says to let him know any other needs that he can fulfill.

I'm not used to people in my life an actually loving me. A part of me, deep in my heart is waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to come into bed and tell me that he's furious and that I'm a whore and that I don't deserve him or his kindness.

The only thing that got me out of bed and studying for the classes I missed was an owl from Amos. Molly and Arthur and their triplets moved in last week and with some expansion charms the Diggory Dwelling—as Amos called our home—now had 4 new rooms. It was one thing to live through the ear curdling sounds of new horns when they had visited before their honeymoon- or was it babymoon, something. But now they live there. Can't wait to hear what Sirius thinks.

I'm excited to go back over break and see all of them. To see Cedric especially. Maybe my little buddy can help me to figure the layout of my old new home that will make more sense than just this crude map. Amos' calling has never been and will never be art.

I know that I can't be sick for this long so I mustered the courage to get out of bed and into the shower. James left a note on the mirror for me.

I need you more than the air I breathe and I will love you more than there are stars in the night sky.

This would be sweet. Maybe even endearing but all that I can think is, did my husband do this. Even looking in my reflection through the muddled cloudy writing, does the person looking back at me even know themselves.

How could I know myself if I didn't know my husband by touch alone. So in the shower I tried to scrub away these thoughts, I started with my hair. Running my fingers through my curls until my hands had hair wrapped around them like gloves. Clumps hitting the floor as I rinsed them off. James is going to this I scalped myself if he sees this—note to self get a sign that says WASH DAY NOT MURDER.

After washing the rest of myself and getting ready I looked in the mirror again. Moving my hands to place my wet hair in a bun and then putting on my tie.

Today would be better. It had to be better. If it was worse then I might just have to obliviate myself. I put on my robe and adjusted my head girl pin before heading out the door, reminding myself of something a very wise man told me.