James Potter and the Curse of the Gatekeeper

present or something.'

        James frowned, looking in the direction Petra had wandered. 'If sweets from her mum make her look like that, Petra's mum must be a pretty rotten cook.'

        Rose suddenly brightened. She leaned in and whispered, 'I just ran into Fiona Fourcompass over in the reference section, and she said she knows why this week's Muggle Studies classes have been postponed so far!'

        Ralph said, 'I thought it was just because Professor Curry wasn't back from some sort of research trip. Fine by me, too. She can go off researching for the whole term.'

        'That's sort of true,' Rose nodded. 'But it's what she's been researching that's key. She got back yesterday, and tomorrow afternoon there's going to be a big assembly of all the Muggle Studies classes for all years. She's going to make an announcement about this term's class, and whatever it is will affect everybody!'

        James looked skeptical. 'Fiona Fourcompass told you that? How would she know?'

        'She saw Professor Curry earlier today, outside her office,' Rose explained earnestly. 'She was unpacking from her trip and she told Fiona about the assembly. She said afternoon classes will let out early so everyone can attend.'

        'Did she mention what the big deal was?' Ralph asked.

Rose shook her head. 'She didn't say, and Fiona didn't ask. I'm really curious though.'

        'Well,' James replied, 'she had us playing football last year, and that was actually pretty fun. Maybe it'll be something like that. But why the whole school at once?'

        'That'd be quite a football match,' Ralph agreed.

        A little while later, James, Ralph, and Rose noticed it was getting rather late. Most of the other students had gone and the librarian was blowing out the lanterns near the deserted tables. The three packed their books, quills, and parchments into their bags and threaded their way through the bookshelves.

        'Hey, Rose,' James asked, 'have you started your Wizlit homework yet?'

        'The King of the Cats essay? I finished it first thing. Why?'

        James glanced at her. 'Just curious, that's all. It wasn't… difficult?'

        Rose shouldered her book bag. 'Man walks through the woods, sees a bunch of mice having a funeral procession, follows them, so on and so forth. Easiest homework I had all night.'

        James frowned thoughtfully. 'Oh. Well, good.'

        'I got a little confused when I got to the part with the skunk though,' Rose added, angling toward the library doors.

        'The skunk?' Ralph asked, blinking.

        'Yeah. I couldn't remember if it was in front of the stairs or sitting on them. I forgot the color of its stripe too. It was green, right?'

        Ralph stared at her, and then looked back at James. James shrugged and shook his head.

        As they left the library, James saw that there was one other person still there. Sitting at a table in the rear alcove, alone in a pool of lamplight, was Petra. Her head was lowered, her long dark hair hanging on either side of her face like a curtain. On the table in front of her was a single piece of parchment. James waited to see if she'd look up, but she never moved. It pained him a little to see Petra so suddenly melancholy. He considered calling to her but decided not to. Most likely, he would see her later in the common room anyway. Perhaps she'd be in better spirits then.

        James said goodnight to Ralph as they parted ways at the stairs. Rose accompanied James to the common room where they sat by the fireplace and watched a rowdy Winkles and Augers match for a while. Finally, they headed up the stairs to their respective dormitories. Scorpius was already in bed. He was sitting up, reading a book called True Stories of Dragons and Dragon Hunters. He was wearing his rimless spectacles, and they did, in fact, manage to make him look more dashing than dorky. He glanced over his glasses as James entered the room.

        'Nice bedtime story,' James muttered.

        'Would you prefer The Three Foolish Harridans?' Scorpius drawled, turning a page. 'Or maybe one of Revalvier's old bedtime stories about your father?'

        James threw back the blankets on his new bed. The words 'WHINY POTTER GIT' still glowed a faint purple on the headboard. James' efforts to remove them had been entirely unsuccessful. He dressed in his pyjamas and climbed under the covers, throwing a disgruntled look at Scorpius.

        'I hear your brother is looking good to make the Slytherin Quidditch team,' Scorpius commented, his eyes still on his book.

        James sat up again. 'You keeping close tabs on your dad's house, Scorpius? Is he planning to come for the matches? I wonder who he'll support. A bit of a stumper, that one.'

        'I understand Albus is riding Corsica's broom,' Scorpius said, finally looking James in the eye.

        James met Scorpius' gaze, unsure what to say. Was Scorpius teasing him? Or was this some kind of warning? 'Yeah, I know,' James finally admitted. 'I saw him. So what?'

        'I had flying with dear little Albus earlier this week, along with your cousin Rose. Improved since then, has he?'

        James rolled over. 'What's it to you anyway?'

        'Nothing, really,' Scorpius said. 'Just trying to make a little conversation. You intend to try out for the Gryffindor team, I assume?'

        'Maybe I am,' James admitted. 'Are you?'

        Scorpius didn't answer right away. James looked back over his shoulder. Scorpius glanced up from his book again. 'No, Potter,' he said, sighing. 'Organized sport is so… parochial. Let's just say I'll be using my talents in less obvious ways.'

        James rolled his eyes and flopped over onto his side again. Scorpius was just trying to pique him. That's what his talent was, and apparently, James was his favorite target.

        It wasn't until James was falling asleep that it occurred to him that he had not seen Petra come up to the common room after all.

        James was just finishing his breakfast the next morning when Nobby swooped over him and dropped a letter onto his plate. James scooped it up quickly and waved at Nobby, who banked and flapped upwards through the rafters, disappearing through a window along with the rest of the morning's owls.

        The letter was from Lucy, and it was surprisingly fat.

        'What's that?' Rose asked, leaning toward James.

        'A response from Lucy,' James replied, quickly stuffing the letter into his bag.

        'So read it already,' Rose said, reaching for another piece of toast.

        James clambered over the bench and stood. 'Can't. I have to get to class. I've got to get to the North Tower. Divination this morning.'

        'I'm in the same class, James. We have plenty of time.'

        'I, uh, left my homework in the dorm. I better go and grab it.'

        Rose glared suspiciously at James, but he turned and trotted away before she could argue. He took a rather circuitous route in the direction of the North Tower but stopped at an empty stairway. He sat on the bottom step and retrieved Lucy's letter from his bag. As he tore it open he saw that the parchment was wrapped around a folded newspaper clipping. He read the letter first.

Dear James,

        Thanks for writing. We're currently at home, which is very nice for me, but not so nice for getting any pictures of anything interesting for Rose, sorry. I had a feeling about Albus. Really, I don't think anyone will be very surprised about his ending up in Slytherin. I wondered if I might end up there myself. Is that awful of me? I do hope it's not. Daddy