Chapter 639 - Supervision Ⅲ (2/2)
A soft expression creeps onto James's face as a mixture of contrary emotions welled up within him. Feeling of tide emotions threatening to overwhelm him, he breathes in and out as instructed to by Madam Pomfrey until at last, he is once more himself. Glancing up to his amazement, he finds himself overlooking the ridge above Hogsmeade.
Down below are dozens of picturesque cottages with smoke trailing from their chimneys, while Halloween decorations are out and about the entire village. There are large glowing carved pumpkins, candlelit lanterns in black and orange that hang all over the village, and countless other decorations.
To his delight, James spots the first carriage coming to a halt at the side of the road from the carriage emerges a figure in a warm-looking fur-lined cloak with a bright emerald and silver scarf in the Slytherin house colors. Letting out a snort, he leans at the edge of his seat as he mentally urges the Thestral's faster, who finally reach the bottom of the slope and pull to the side of the road.
Leaping out of the carriage, James hastily slams the carriage door behind him and makes his way down the frozen dirt road. His footsteps sounded quite loudly causing the dark-haired, pale, slender girl to turn around revealing midnight black, indigo-colored eyes. Panting, he comes to a halt, and wheezes with a stitch in his side. ”Prince, I thought it was tradition,” James wheezed, but still carefully studied the Slytherin Prefect standing before him.
A look of amazement crosses Rowan Prince's face before swiftly disappearing. ”You are late, Potter,” Rowan crisply muttered.
”Well, someone didn't wait for me,” James huffed as he straightened up and stared back at the Slytherin Prefect.
”Fair enough, Potter,” Rowan admitted as they set off down the road, ”but I have never had to wait before.”
”Yes, well, I wasn't aware that was indeed the case until five minutes until the hour,” James ruefully chuckled as he rubbed his hand through his untidy hair in an attempt to futilely comb it.
”Mm,” is all that Rowan hummed in reply.
Before James can speak again, he violently shivers as a frigid breeze creeps down the neck of his collar. Seeing James's shivering, Rowan sighs and comes to an abrupt halt. She hesitates for a moment, ”Hold still, Potter,” she briskly instructed as James warily did exactly what he was told.
To his utter amazement, James finds that Rowan removing her Slytherin house scarf and wraps it around his neck. He remains utterly still and in shock, before breathing in the scent of mint and something cinnamon-like from the scarf around his neck. It was a cold, but warm scent. It smelled familiar for some reason despite the fact he had never smelt the scent before. But perchance, it was this body's memory even if he did not recall them, his body did.
”It's in Slytherin colors,” James complained out loud to his own shock.
A hint of a smile appears on Rowan's face before vanishing as she in a lofty tone says, ”Why Potter, I do believe, Professor Flitwick already covered coloring charms this year. I should expect that you would be capable of that much, no?”
”Naturally,” James said with some of his old confidence with great flourish pointed his wand at the scarf. ”Colovaria!” The scarf changes into scarlet and gold house colors, Gryffindor's to be precise.
”How utterly cliché,” Rowan sniffed, before turning away and heading down the road. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%!d(string=14576125306898605)/supervision-%E2%85%B2_%!d(string=51395619931094988) for visiting.
Despite himself, James finds his lips twitching up into a smile as he follows after her. He had not thought he would come to enjoy the company of the Slytherin female Prefect and to be perfectly honest at first, he could not understand just why the James of old would have liked her considering her cold manner. But she was surprisingly witty and had a rather caring nature. Though he was certain that only under the pain of death would the Slytherin ever admit being caring.
Never in a hundred years would he ever thought that he would find himself enjoying the company of a Slytherin. But he had been wrong about so many things. And this was not the first time and certainly would not be the last.