JAMES POTTER AND THE VAULT OF DESTINIES

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       'Hah hah,' Wentworth said dourly. 'It's a serious medical condition. You don't even know.'

       James finished his Butterbeer and stood up, announcing his intention to go have a talk with Wood about the team's woeful lack of a magic game. On his way toward the door, he saw Albus and Lucy seated at a nearby table, watching a group of older students play an incomprehensible table game called Wizard Foosball. Tiny ceramic men spun on metal rods embedded into the sides of the recessed table, operated by leather-wrapped handles. A small white ball bounced and clacked over the field encased in the table's walls, kicked by the spinning figures. As James passed the table, one of the players spun the rod violently and the ball popped up out of the table. James caught it deftly.

       'Nice catch, Cornelius,' one of the upperclassmen players called out. 'Still got your game face on, eh?'

       James glanced back at them and saw the young men smiling at him amiably, nodding with something like grudging approval.

       'Give the ball back!' one of the tiny ceramic players cried in a squeaky voice. The others joined in, jeering raucously. James tossed the ball back to the man who'd spoken to him. The man caught it easily but didn't turn away.

       'You did good out there tonight, Potter,' the man said. James noticed that he was wearing the orange and blue striped sweater of a Bigfoot college student, most of whom lived in the rowhouses behind the theater. 'Don't let Wood hold you back, eh?'

       James tilted his head at the older boys. 'Any of you know why Wood doesn't use any serious magic in the Bigfoot Clutch matches?'

       The college students exchanged glances, smiling crookedly. Finally, the one in the Bigfoot sweater said, 'Wood's a decent guy, don't get me wrong. Word is, he left his guts back on the Quidditch pitch in jolly old England, that's all.'

       The other men laughed and shook their heads. A moment later, they returned to their game.

       'I'm sure that's not true,' a voice said softly nearby. James glanced aside and saw Lucy and Albus moving next to him. 'You came close to winning tonight, even without all that fancy magic.'

       'Nice flying out there, big brother,' Albus agreed reluctantly. 'I tried out for Team Werewolf, but they just laughed at me. Said that only true-blood Americans get to fight on behalf of Werewolf House.'

       'That's awful,' Lucy frowned. 'And against school policy.'

       'Not when it comes to Clutch,' Albus shrugged. 'Every house gets to make their own rules about who can be on the team as well as how often they practice, what gear they wear, all that kind of thing. I did sneak out to the field and try out one of those skrims. Let's just say I won't be pushing the issue with my new mates. I did make the Werewolf Quidditch Team, though, mainly because they were a man short after their best Beater graduated last year. I'll be facing off against your mate Zane this coming Thursday night. Mum, Dad, and Lil are coming.'

       James glanced at his brother as they drifted toward the rear entrance of the Kite and Key. 'Did you see them tonight?'

       'Yeah, didn't you?' Albus replied. 'They sat with me in the Werewolf grandstand. Mum covered her eyes most of the time, saying she couldn't bear to look. Dad had his wand in his hand through the whole match, twitching it every time you went through the intersection, like he was ready to jump up and levitate you at any moment if you decided to fall off your skrim. He was grinning, though, that mad grin he gets when he watches Quidditch matches back home. You know. Like part of him wants to put on the pads, grab a broom, and jump out there with the team.'

       James couldn't help smiling at the thought. 'I know what you mean. Are they still here?'

       Lucy shook her head. 'Your father got some sort of message through his own Shard. His is smaller. He keeps it wrapped up in his robes all the time, just so he never misses anything. After he got the message, he and Aunt Ginny and Lily left right away. They asked me to tell you hello and that they are proud of you.'

       'They asked me to tell him that,' Albus said, turning to Lucy, who avoided his eyes.

       'There's this thing called double redundancy,' she explained carefully. 'They thought you'd forget.'

       Albus rolled his eyes. 'I didn't forget. I just didn't remember it until you brought it up. Nobody can blame me if you beat me to it.'

       'I'm heading back to my house,' James announced, pushing open the heavy wooden door. 'I'm completely beat.'

       Lucy followed him out into the misty darkness. 'I'll walk with you for the first bit,' she said. 'I'm heading back to the castle. I have Magi-American History in the morning, and I still have some reading to do for it.'

       James grunted amiably and struck off along the footpath next to Lucy. After a moment, she spoke again.

       'For a giant, that Professor Bunyan is one sharp bloke, isn't he?'

       James shrugged. 'I guess. Seems like he comes from a completely different tribe of giants, doesn't it?'

       'He says he isn't part of a tribe at all. He says he just grew big because when he was a lad he ate twenty chickens and fifteen dozen eggs a day.'

       'And drank the milk of ten cows and swam laps around Lake Erie for exercise until the whole lake turned into a giant whirlpool,' James nodded, smiling. 'You believe any of that?'

       Lucy shook her head. 'I think those are what the Americans call 'tall tales'. They're sort of like a mix between a myth and a legend.'

       'I like the one about the magic fog that sprang up around George Washington and his little army of farmers and kids back during the war for independence; the one that hid them from all those huge British warships that were looking for them.'

'I think that one was true,' Lucy suggested uncertainly. 'Although it's hard to know what's myth and fact about the Americans' history. So much of it seems so… unreal.'

       James raised his eyebrows in the darkness as they walked. 'I don't know about history, but it still feels pretty unreal to me, even now.'

       Lucy laughed, but there was something odd about the sound of it. James glanced aside at her.

       'What's up with you, Lu?' he asked.

       She looked at him, and then glanced quickly away. 'Nothing. What do you mean?'

       James looked out over the campus. 'We passed the footpath to Erebus Castle back there by the Octosphere, you know.'

       Lucy gazed back the way they'd come. 'You're right,' she agreed. 'Silly me. Er, I guess I'll head back then. Goodnight James.'

       James watched as Lucy smiled at him in the darkness, and then turned and ran back along the wet footpath. Her black hair bounced around her shoulders and shone in the light of a nearby lamppost. When she reached it, she glanced back, saw him watching, and stopped.

       'You did really well tonight,' she called out after a moment's pause. 'I was proud of you for trying to use magic even if it did get you into trouble.'