Good grief, Padfoot is at it again.
James curled up on the sofa, curling his lip as he watched the fellow flashing a row of blinding white teeth. Amidst a crowd of adventure-loving Gryffindor youths gathering around to banter about that hallway confrontation, Sirius for once hadn't avoided everyone. He had dropped his usual icy exterior, wearing a beaming smile—all because someone was praising his girl for doing a brilliant job. Not him, but a Slytherin.
All because of her blatant favoritism, all because of her flagrant protection.
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