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he disappearance of Liam Ollivander was startling to say the least. The wizarding world that James Potter so loved seemed like there was now a dent - a crack in the window from an unsuspecting rock hitting the windshield that guarded them all from harm. James wasn't sure what to think - was this a simple disappearance, or was it more? He wasn't sure, but he intended to find out. However, that evening, all he intended to do was get drunk off his arse, hang out with a few of his pals that would soon be off to Hogwarts, and maybe take home a girl if he deemed it appropriate.
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James was at his parents' house the entire day since they wanted to do a family dinner before Albus went off to Hogwarts - fine, he supposed. He and Albus weren't the best of pals, surely, but he'd bid his brother adieu, if only simply for his mother. Ginny Weasley was stubborn, combative, fierce, but she was also a sweetheart and the best mother to him. He would do absolutely anything for her, as long as it didn't involve something involving one of the botherest of the long list of uncles and aunts of the Weasley family. Surely they should have all died off by now but, of course, they hadn't. Tending to an old bag who throws biscuits and tea at you because the tea was hot, when you could barely feel it in your palm, was something James would not do for simply anyone. His mother was indeed special.
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James finally stretched out of his old bed and stood in front of the elongated mirror on the back of his previous bedroom door. It felt...so homely to be there again, though he knew his flat that he and his mates had moved into was far more convenient and comfortable for his current lifestyle. Still, to be home, to be in his old room he grew up in, was quaint and welcoming. As he stared at himself in the mirror, adjusting the wrinkles in his white tshirt and flattening the crease down his dark jeans, he wondered what the hurry was in growing up - he felt a pang of insufficiency inside his chest, wondering if he was doing right. Maybe he should move home, maybe he should stay with his parents and be a kid again, feeling nothing but the weight of Potions exams on his shoulders....[break][break]
Reality set in.
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He grinned sheepishly at himself and then left the bedroom, treading quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen. Giving his mum and dad a hug each before he went off, James held his mother a second or two longer than he might have normally. The disappearance of Liam was getting to him more than he let on - or, more, that he realized. After walking out the front door, James disapparated to the the door of the Hog's Head and gladly walked in. A great cheer awaited him and a wide grin quickly found its place across his lips. He raised his hand in greeting and immediately went over to the mates his age who were getting in on the fun, clapping Tom on the back and having a seat next to him. "So, gents, ready for a night of complete debauchery?" he asked slyly, his face giving off the impression that he was up to no good.
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somebody make me feel alive and shatter me

Her hazel eyes took in the reflection appearing in the mirror as her hands smoothed down her dress. The end of the year party was being held at the Hog's Head and for some reason unknown to her, she was going. Maybe it was because she would never see that group of people again, unless they worked together. No. That definitely wasn't it. Juliette loathed Hogwarts, and only went because it was mandatory. When her letter came, she wasn't excited like most kids. Instead, she sighed and allowed herself to forget about it until it was time to get her supplies and then leave for the year. Her dislike only grew worse when her father was killed in her second year, meaning her grieving and depressed mother was left at home with Juliette's little sister whom the woman couldn't take care of properly. Luckily Evelyn would be joining her the next year.

Soft music filled her ears, growing louder as she carried herself down the stairs to the living area. Her brother was reading a book, while her sister was playing the piano. Her mother sat waiting for Juliette to visit for a few minutes before she was off to the party. It was nice to know she was loved so dearly and could count on her family. Most would think that those of dark magic wouldn't care, but that simply wasn't true. Yes, some didn't. Some were rotten to their kids and only had them to keep the line going or use them for their efforts. That wasn't what the newly graduated Slytherin was raised with. However, as much as she loved her family and had the time to spend with them due to living there still, she wished she could have her own place. But she couldn't. Besides her new job, her family was her first priority. It had been ever since her father died.

Rising from her chair, her mother walked over, running a hand through Juliette's golden locks. "You look beautiful, my dear. Have a good night tonight and be careful." It was easy to gather what she meant by that. Being part of the Black Army that was forming slowly, but surely, she was at a risk. With a nod of her head, she kissed her mother on the cheek, waved at her siblings and then apparated, her small frame now standing in front of the Hog's Head.

Walking in, her eyes glanced around the pub, taking in the people that were already there. A wave from one of her friends started her in that direction. However, a man who seemed to already be quite drunk stepped in her way. "Well hey der bootiful. How er yoo tanight?" The smell of alcohol lingered on his breath, causing her nose to wrinkle in disgust. "Get out of my way." Her tone was cold as she moved around him to continue toward her friend. "No need ter be su wude." The man spoke again, reaching out and smacking her on the behind. Almost immediately the blonde spun around and punched the man across the face, causing him to go down. "Touch me again and you'll lose your hand. Understand?" The man's laid back, and drunken, look turned into one of anger. Standing up, he quickly drew his wand on her, causing her to freeze in response, ready to pull her own if she needed to.

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i'm so excited! they shall be so fun! hope it's alright < 3

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ames was feeling happy and free - his friends always made him feel that way. The fact that they were celebrating others going back to Hogwarts was a little pang to the heart, though. James loved his new job as an Auror-in-Training; it was what he and his dad had talked about for years. But the idea of not getting on the Hogwarts Express when it came time to go back to school was a little disheartening. It was routine for him for the past seven years and now he would be breaking that routine. It still hadn't sunk in completely, but he was sure that when he saw Albus and Lily off to school, he'd feel a bit broken on the inside. It had only been a mere months since he left Hogwarts and he already missed the dank scent of the air of dungeons when neared, the Gryffindor common room with its fire ablaze in the middle of winter, and the weekend trips to Hogsmeade with his pals, with little to nothing on their plates. Now he had responsibilities, rent for his flat, and the rest of his future to worry about. Sometimes he wished he'd failed his last year and had to stay back, but he knew that wasn't the best route. He'd only delay the inevitable, of course.
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Tonight wasn't to dwell on the past, though, it was to celebrate the future. While the younger kids around him would be off to Hogwarts, he would be learning how to be a great Auror like those he'd heard of. He wished to be like Alastor Moody and be a great hero, even if it meant he died for something he believed in. It would mean he gave his life for the greater good, and if he had to go, that was how he'd want it. James was sure he'd be something great, but he had a lot of pressure on him, being the son of Harry Potter. Legend preceded him and James was expected to do great things with his life - he only hoped he lived up to the hopes of those around him.
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James looked up just in time to see a blonde girl punch an older, bulky man to the ground. He quickly moved from his spot and rushed over, putting a bit of distance between them. He looked down at the drunk man laying on the floor all slumped over and it was then he realized he'd drawn his wand, pointing it now at the man beneath them. "I suggest you leave before you make a scene," James said lowly before stepping back a bit, stashing his wand, and turning to the girl that he now recognized as Juliette. They weren't friends in school, and really James barely knew her, but wow was she gorgeous.
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"You alright?" he asked with a raised brow, looking down at her and taking in her presence. He wondered how she'd react to him coming to her aid; after all, it seemed like girls were on either spectrum of the reaction chain. Either they were totally appreciative and adored the fact you came to their rescue, or they were offended that you think they couldn't handle it on their own. James was really curious how Juliette would react, but sincerely hoped it didn't mean receiving a punch from her, himself. The drunk man was still a bit doozy it seemed from the one he'd got - not that James would deserve it if she rewarded him with one. After all, he was just being a gentleman.

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somebody make me feel alive and shatter me

Juliette only wanted to enjoy her night. In fact, the only reason why she had chosen to attend the party was because there were people there that she genuinely cared about. There were very few, but they were there. While she had wished her siblings had joined her to keep each other company, underneath it all she was glad they didn't go. There were people everywhere that she'd rather not be around and the same went for them. This included the people who seemed to already be drunk. Juliette never understood what fascinated people about drinking until you couldn't even think straight. What was the point? You get drunk off your arse, make a fool of yourself, and don't even remember if you had a good time or not. Frankly, she'd like to know exactly what she was doing because the last thing she needed was to do something she'd regret.

Of course, it was just her luck that one of those drunk people had to take their time to mess with her of all people. There were about a hundred occupants of that room and he had to make trouble for her. Her mom had warned her to be careful, and careful she had been. All she did was punch the guy, when on a normal basis she might have done worse. Juliette had a temper and no tolerance for stupid people. Being in the Black Army, she had no qualms against using spells she should not; the unforgiveables. She hadn't used them much in her life, but it was a lie to say she never had before.

Just about to raise her own wand, a figure soon stood between her and the drunk man. Her eyes soon burned into the back of James Potter's head. She had never truly gotten to know the Potter boy, but she never wanted to either. Avoiding him was one of her specialty. How she did it all those years, she'd never know, but the fact that she had was a good thing. They were both on opposite sides of the spectrum. He was the son of the great Harry Potter, head auror. She was cousin to The Dark Lady, founder of the Black Army. The two couldn't be more different. Now, they would be working together as aurors-in-training. The effort to put space between them was surely coming to an end. However, it just meant that when they overthrew the ministry, she could be the first to take down the first born Potter.

The drunk man scrambled away, deciding not to take on James and the girl who had flat out punched him. Her eyes continued to stay fixed on the former Gryffindor as he turned to her. His question made her roll her eyes. "Of course, a Potter to the rescue. How cliché." She spoke, her tone dry. "You Potters and Weasleys sure do make a habit of playing hero, don't you?" She asked, but it was more rhetorical than anything. "But yes, I am fine. Unlike most girls, I don't need a man to protect me. I can handle myself." She told him, finally answering his question as she looked down at her reddened knuckles. The blonde had decked the man pretty hard. She wasn't as used to using her fists as she were her wand.

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i'm so excited! they shall be so fun! hope it's alright < 3

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