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Author: Doraeazure
Rating: PG, just to be safe (for slightly suggestive innuendo)
Warnings: None
Prompt: Lily Evans is a notorious art thief that James has been chasing for years by museme87
Wordcount: 1,840
A/N: This prompt sounded like so much fun, I had to take shot at it. museme87, I’m not sure this is exactly what you were after, but I hope you enjoy it anyway ( ... )
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When James came to, he found himself seated upright in a hard chair, stripped down to his pants and socks, and completely unable to move. He was tied to the chair with his hands cuffed together behind the chair back, and his ankles tied to the legs. A thick rope wrapped around his middle, and by the quality of it, The Botanist had used incarcerous himself.
In any case, James was unable to escape. A little bit of surreptitious wiggling proved that the ropes wrapped around him were firmly secured, and his wand-the one he used for everyday purposes as well as the spare he usually carried in an ankle holster inside his boot when he was working-was missing. James was just beginning to wonder if there was some way he might wiggle the chair sideways enough to set off an alarm and get his partner’s attention when he was interrupted.
“You’re finally awake.”
The velvet soft voice, James was shocked to hear, was female.
The Botanist was a girl? Worse, the bird sounded really…suffice it to say, he suspected he’ ( ... )
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She rolled her eyes and got back to work. James watched with growing amusement as she became increasingly more frustrated as time went on. Twenty or thirty long minutes of constant casting later (and James was actually pretty impressed with the variety of spells she knew), uttered in an increasingly loud and frustrated whisper, The Botanist finally threw her hands in the air, whirled around to face him, and hissed, “Potter! What did you do?” She was having trouble keeping her voice down now ( ... )
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