Seasons' Greetings 2011 ♥ Stocking-Fillers
Main posting for the fest is over, but we'd like to encourage some Lily/James-themed holiday spirit while we've still got a few days more to Christmas proper. Thus, we present:
☃ STOCKING FILLERS ☃
We invite all fans of Lily/James to peruse our participants' WISH LISTS for Seasons' Greetings' 2011, and to submit stories/art/mixed media for any ( ( Read more... )
☃ STOCKING FILLERS ☃
We invite all fans of Lily/James to peruse our participants' WISH LISTS for Seasons' Greetings' 2011, and to submit stories/art/mixed media for any ( ( Read more... )
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.
“Having some difficulty?”
She growled at him wordlessly. James grinned.
“I am brilliant. At everything, really, but especially at Transfiguration. That,” another chin jerk towards the Pensieve, “isn’t actually the ‘thing’ you want to steal. It’s a fake. The real one is very safe and very much elsewhere. Aside from that, there are about a hundred charms and hexes on that thing, several of which I created myself. I’m a genius. The only reason you’ve never failed to steal something before is because I wasn’t protecting it.” He smirked. “You’re going to have a lot more trouble ‘doing what you do best’ from now on.”
Lovely green eyes glared hotly at him. “Fine! You win, Potter. Not that I can’t undo all this, mind you,” a sweeping gesture at the exhibit, “but you’ve cost me so much time already that I can’t afford to waste any more.” She tucked her wand away somewhere out of sight, then gave him a saccharine sweet smile. “I’ll be seeing you next time, then?” she asked, walking casually toward the door.
“Wait!” he called.
She paused in the doorway. “Why?”
James struggled in his bonds. “What about me?”
“What about you?”
“Aren’t you going to let me go?”
“I thought I’d leave you for your colleagues to find, actually.”
“In my pants?”
“Maybe next time you’ll be cleverer, won’t you? Or less arrogant. Or both. Although I realize that’s asking for an awful lot, so we’ll just aim for cleverer, right? Best not set the bar too high.” She tucked one hand up under her chin and waved her fingers cheekily at him. “Ta, James,” she murmured, slinking out into the hall.
“Oh that is not fair,” James muttered. He wiggled on his very hard chair and sighed. It was going to be a long night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When James awoke for the second time, it was with numb toes and a severe crick in his neck. He blinked and peered around the gloomy exhibit. His eyes were blurry from lack of sleep, and he had no clue what had woken him. Until footsteps in the hall alerted him to his partner’s arrival.
Douglas froze when he came into the room, then burst out laughing.
“Oh!” he gasped. “Oh, James, he-”
“She,” James corrected, wincing.
“She? Oh, mate, that’s even better! You were caught and tied up by a girl!”
“A very fast, very clever girl,” James grumbled.
His partner just laughed some more.
“I can’t believe she stripped you down and tied you up and left you here. That’s…” Douglas snickered again. “I want to meet this girl. She sounds wicked.”
“Can you just get me out of this, please?” James groaned, knowing he was never going to live this down. He was going to be the laughing stock of the Auror department for months.
That was okay though. She wanted him to be cleverer? Fine, he could be cleverer. He was going to catch her, and then he was going to reform her. His squad could really use an expert in these kinds of things, and who better than an ex-thief?
After all, James was an Auror. He couldn’t date a criminal. And James planned to marry that girl some day. Obviously one of them needed to make a career change, and as his was the one that complied with the law, it would have to be her.
Okay, he thought to himself as Douglas set about freeing him from his bonds, next time I stop her from stealing a valuable piece of wizarding history, I’m going to at least find out her name before she runs off.
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