To Be A Gryffindor

To Be A Gryffindor: Chapter 2

It’s been two weeks since you sold your soul to James Potter and he has not contacted you since.

You’re not sure if he has realized that even bothering with you is a waste of time or if he honestly has a good reason for the wait. You sincerely hope he will explain himself soon. Your hopes are answered when on a perfectly normal trip to the bathroom during History of Magic, you are grabbed by someone and pulled into a broom closet. You struggle against your abductor, assumed to be male as when you aimed a kick at his nether region you encountered dangly bits that when kicked elicited a high-pitched shriek from your captor.

“Bloody hell woman! It’s me, James!” he shouts, jumping away from you. You grab a broom, pointing it towards him menacingly before dropping it in shock.

“As if I would—James? Merlin’s pants, why didn’t you say so?”

“I thought it would be assumed.”

“You thought that if you were to grab be and knock me into a broom closet, I would not struggle, but instead think ‘Oh, not to worry, it’s obviously James.’ You’re right, that is much more logically than ‘RAPE! Must run!’ I apologize for my idiocy.”

“It may not have been my best plan…”

“…”

“Right, well I suppose I should tell you the reason for this impromptu meeting.”

“M-Meeting?” you squeak, regaining your previous shyness now that your anger has subsided.

“Yes.”

“In a broom cupboard?” you reply bluntly.

“Obviously, sorry for the wait, I had to sort through my thoughts. I spent countless nights pouring over my Mission Log in order to think of a proper plan.”

“Mission Log?”

“It is an unbelievably academic journal that chronicles my daily adventures, helps me sort out my thoughts, and contains records of all the ingeniou...

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...own the hall.

“Wait,” you call. He turns around when you catch up to him.

“W-We didn’t g-get anything d-d-done!”

“Are you kidding? Now that I know the root of your evil reputation, I never doubted you of course, my Lily-flower would never associate with any such women of the night, I can easily stop the rumors. Then, all we have to do is well…change your attitude, lose the shyness, get some more friends, fix that hair because to be honest…oh, never mind. That is all for another day~”

“Hold up Lily-flower? Women of the night—what’s wrong with my hair?”

“Lily-flower is an affectionate nickname, ‘women of the night’ is a polite way of referring to ladies who shag for a living—I’m trying to impress Lily-flower with my gentlemanly ways. As for your hair…we’ll talk about it later.” He runs off, shouting over his shoulder.

“Don’t forget that you’re helping me too!”