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The next week was frustratingly busy. Neville Longbottom assigned one of his very unusual but painstakingly demanding essays. This led to James spending an inordinate amount of time in the library, researching the endless uses of spynuswort, an endeavor that was further complicated by the fact that every part of the spynuswort plant, from the leaves to the stem to the root and even its seeds, was used in any number of applications, from healing skin diseases to waxing broomsticks. James had just added the seventy-ninth entry to his scribbled list when Morgan Patonia sat down at the table across from him with a heavy sigh. Morgan, a first-year Hufflepuff, was also in Herbology and working on her spynuswort essay.
"You only need to list five uses," Morgan stated when she saw James' list. "You know that, don't you?"
"Five?" James said weakly.
Morgan gave James a look of somehow delighted disdain. "Professor Longbottom only assigned us to write about spynuswort because it's one of the three most useful plants in the magical world. If we were to write about every one of its uses, we'd be turning in encyclopedias, you silly boy."
James' face heated. "I knew that!" he said, aiming for aloof arrogance and hitting only wounded petulance. "I just forgot. Can't blame me for being thorough, can you?"
Morgan tittered, obviously thrilled that James had wasted so much time. James packed up a few minutes later and moved to the Gryffindor common room, a
Twice, James saw Professor Delacroix in the corridors and had the haunting sensation that she was watching him. He never actually saw her eyes on him, but since she was blind, that hardly mattered anyway. James remembered the way Delacroix had maneuvered the tureen of gumbo with her ugly graperoot wand at the Alma Aleron di
James had begun to realize just how hard it was to never be alone. He would've thought, in a school the size of Hogwarts, it would've been quite rare, anyway. Now that he was paying attention, he realized he'd been on his own on the grounds or in the halls several times each day, whether crossing the grounds to get to Neville Longbottom's Herbology class after Transfiguration or just going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Arranging to never be alone even in these circumstances was an a
"Even if we did capture that robe by a string of completely freakish lucky breaks, I'm not go
One day, James introduced Ralph and Zane to the Protean Charm as a means of communicating if ever an emergency chaperone was needed. James had ordered three novelty rubber ducks from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, giving one each to Zane and Ralph.
"The Protean Charm means that if I squeeze my duck, both of yours will sound as well," James explained, giving his duck a tweak.
"Sod off!" all three ducks quacked in unison.
"Excellent," Zane said, giving his own duck a firm squeeze, resulting in a chorus of happy insults. "So if either of you find yourselves alone or need me to take you to the bathroom, you just honk on this and I come ru
"Ugh," Ralph said, staring at his duck with distaste. "I hate this. It's like being three years old again."
"Hey, if you want to go getting zapped off to meet with some unhappy tree spirit again…," Zane said, shrugging.
"I didn't say I wouldn't do it," Ralph replied, a
Zane turned back to James. "So how will I know which one of you quacked for me?"
James produced a black marker and drew a small J on the bottom of his duck. "Take a look at yours, now. Anything we do to a single duck will show up on all of them. When you hear the quack, just check the bottom of the duck and see whose initial shows up."
"Very tight," Zane said approvingly. He raised his duck and tweaked it as if he was saluting with it.
"Eat doxie poo!" the ducks quacked gaily.
"All right," James said, putting his own duck in his backpack. "This'll only work if we only use them in an emergency. Got it?"
"Why don't they just squeak?" Ralph asked as he pocketed his.
"Ask a Weasley," James answered dismissively.
At first, having to have Zane or somebody else around at all times was as a
"I'm not liking this," Ralph said as he led the other two to the door of the Slytherin common room. "I haven't seen anyone other than Slytherins in here for months."