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SITTING IN THE CORNER OF the Common Room alone, Genevieve sighed in relief of the quiet. It was early morning and she had woken suddenly, much to her original dismay before realising it was a blessing in disguise. That Saturday morning she had the sudden motivation to write a letter to her father. She knew the boys wouldn't be up for a few more hours which meant the silence she needed to articulate the words into something that seemed even remotely eligible.

James was the only one of the boys awake that early in the morning, the habit of early morning training with Quidditch had been drilled into his system, even on weekends when he wanted to rest. He'd had the sudden urge to write to his parents also and joined Genevieve at one of the desks, smiling at her for a passing moment before his focus was locked onto the parchment.

"Jamie?" Genevieve broke the silence between the two. He hummed in reply, not moving his eyes from the parchment. "Can I borrow ye owl to sen' a let'er to ma Da?" James hummed again.

"I've told you that you don't need to ask." He told her dismissively. "How come you don't get your own owl?" He asked her curiously, placing his quill in the in pot.

Genevieve shrugged. "I dinnae ken to be hones'. I wanna ge' one though, migh' nex' year." She replied, planning ahead. James smirked to the girl. "Tha's an aye then?" He nodded, picking his quill up again. "Thank ye."

"Anytime."

James stopped what he was doing when he heard the rapid scratching against the parchment across from him. He knew that Genevieve wrote very quickly, even by his standards. He smirked placing his quill back in his pot and watched his friend as she went on. He couldn't fully understand how she could remember so much to tell her father.

She could feel his eyes on her as she finished off her letter, signing it off and dropping her quill into the ink pot. She looked up to him with a smirk before pointing to the parchment. "Nee' a han'?"

He shook his head. "No, just watching you write so quickly." She chuckled as he returned to his letter. "Are you just going to sit there now?" He asked, not looking up to her.

She nodded, pulling something out of her bag. A book. James scoffed slightly. "No wonder you and Remus are such good friends, you're both complete bookworms."

She narrowed her eyes at the comment. "Shu' it ye." She opened her book to her previous page and began reading silently, quiet falling upon the two. The only sounds in their presence being that of the crackling fire and page turning.

This comfortable silence between the pair was soon heavily interrupted by the awakening of Sirius Black. He bounded down the stairs like a playful puppy before jumping onto the seat beside Genevieve. He didn't sit in the chair, he stood crouched on it like a Hobbit.

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