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iii. james potter

       Now, trust her when she says that it's an art—because being misunderstood was more difficult than anything she'd faced. Or maybe it was just her mother's gift of picking apart layers of everything that Rhea said or did until she came to the pit. Understanding someone was truly an art.

      That aside, it did seem for the better, right?

      So, in Charms lesson a few days later, Rhea nudged Freya on her side to try and gain her attention.

      "Ouch!—What?" Freya frowned, lowering her voice to a whisper as she turned towards her.

      "You still fancy James Potter, right?" Rhea asked.

      Rhea was terrible at whispering. She can't keep her voice low even if her life depended on it. Maybe that's the reason why a few heads turned towards them when she said that.

      "Merlin's beard, Ri—" Freya began, exasperated, "you're still hung up on that?"

      "Why shouldn't I be?" Rhea frowned.

      "Don't tell me—" Freya trailed off, "—wait . . . what are you thinking, Ri?"

      That was a good question. She was thinking a lot of things right now.

      "Wouldn't you like to know?" Rhea smiled.

      "I know what that fucking smile means—" Freya shook her head.

      Contrary to popular belief, love wasn't the only thing on Rhea's mind. Scoring house points (or losing them) was one of them, for instance—and Rhea didn't like the way Professor Flitwick was glancing their way impatiently between the lecture. They were obviously talking too loud, despite making a great deal out of 'whispering' to each other.

      In her defence, Rhea had already admitted that she was terrible at keeping her voice down.

      "I'll tell you after this lecture—" Rhea began, hoping against hope that he wouldn't address them.

      "Miss Verma—" Professor Flitwick finally turned towards them, his voice stern.

       Alas, the universe really loved working against her sometimes . . .

      "Sorry, Professor Flitwick." She guided her gaze back to the open book in front of her, trying to focus on the words on the page.

      "Sorry, Professor Flitwick." Freya echoed.

      Maybe later.

      And Freya had no intention of letting it go either.

      "Tell me, what's on your mind?" Freya followed her out of the Charms classroom.

      Now, Freya was a very persistent person. You can't keep things from her—not that Rhea planned to anyway. Freya had given her this fantastic idea, after all! All credit to her! Rhea was merely just giving her the (very) necessary push.

      (Just another day of doing what she does best for Rhea Verma!)

      "It's obvious, isn't it?" Rhea shrugged.

      She knew that would irritate Freya.

      "Yes, but I'd still like to hear it from your mouth," Freya answered, frowning now.

      "I just think that you and James—" Rhea began.

      "Oh, for fuck's sake, Rhea—" Freya protested.