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chapter fourteen; welcome, to gryffindor tower
Amaya had been to Hogwarts once before. It'd been a quick trip, no detours, no tour, just past the maze of corridors and to the Headmaster's office so she could finally open the journal her father had given her and deliver Dumbledore the key to the end of the war. And now that she was back, she realized she rather liked this version of the visit.
McGonagall had met James and Amaya by the front door, giving James a dubious look but still allowing him to be the one to take Amaya around the castle and to Dumbledore's office; she told them the password—Cauldron Cakes—and so they were off.
She had the suspicion James was taking her the long way to the Headmaster's tower, laughing as he pointed out stuff and told her stories about Hogwarts, but she didn't mind. He chuckled as he showed her a faint scar close to his hairline.
"I got this scar right there," he said, jutting a thumb over to a torch hanging on the wall, close to his height. "Sirius and I were racing in the hallways and Remus decided to be funny and hit me with a Confudus charm so I went against the wall."
Amaya let out a laugh. "What happened after?"
"Minnie caught us and gave us all detention, even Peter who had run when he heard her walking closer." James grinned. "The week of polishing the trophies in the trophy room was worth it. To apologize, Remus gave me his whole stash of chocolate."
Speaking of Remus, the full moon was tomorrow night, and Amaya could already feel its effects dawning on her—if the way she nearly kissed James was any sign.
She truly did want to kiss him the day before, he looked handsome hovering over her with a silly grin on his face, and her emotions, already heightened by the full moon, were begging her to lean in and close the gap between them. Thankfully she didn't, and as soon as she got to her room she took two drops of the blue flask in her bathroom, honing down the moon's influence on her.
Which was why, she could safely say that now, she didn't want to kiss James Potter anymore—well, mostly. She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm guessing you had a lot of detentions?"
He grinned, with an innocent shrug. "One or two. Sometimes we decided to do these epic pranks a couple of times a year. Or sometimes we crossed a line," he added with a grimace, regret in his eyes. "I was an arrogant arsehole when I was younger."
"Because you're not anymore?"
He snorted. "I try not to be."
Sensing the conversation getting heavier, Amaya changed the subject. "Well, I never got detention. I did get grounded a lot though. My mother nearly killed me every time I showed up at home with an extra piercing."
