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Sep. 15th, 2007 @ 01:51 pm Fic: Battlegrounds

Title: Battlegrounds
Author: Erika
Email: funhapjoy@yahoo.com
Pairing: James/Scorpius
Beta: Sylvie
Summary: Part of a prompt challenge found [info]james_scorpius Insane Journal community. Prompt: War

First Table:
1.Green 2.War 3.Hands 4.Taste




"Freak," James murmured teasingly to his younger brother as he tried to catch his breath. Most of the Gryffindor first- and second-years were playing outside in the snow, throwing snowballs at each other or creating makeshift snow forts.

"Hey, Potter!"

Someone called out to James and, as he looked over his shoulder, he was hit with a ball of snow.

James wiped the snow off his face and felt some of it trickle down his neck. "Agh," he shouted amidst the giggles and gleeful laughter of his housemates, in particular 'the intruder,' a name James had picked in reference to Scorpius Malfoy.

"Prepare to die!" he yelled as the snow fight continued, and the second-years finally gained the upper hand.
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Sep. 8th, 2007 @ 09:42 pm Fic: The colour of envy

Title: The colour of envy
Author: Erika
Email: funhapjoy@yahoo.com
Pairing: James/Scorpius
Beta: Sylvie
Summary: Part of a prompt challenge found at [info]james_scorpius Insane Journal community. Prompt: Green


This was his year.

At least, it was suppose to have been, but it's not like anyone would remember him joining the Quidditch team, what with the Malfoy kid becoming the youngest seeker since Harry Potter to play in that position.

It didn’t seem fair.

It didn't seem right.

James shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked the pebbles in front of him.

He had been looking forward to this all summer. He had been training in secret with his mom and with his uncle Ron. He was going to make the Quidditch team and play Seeker.

It was going to be a surprise for his father.

He was going to make him proud.

Another Potter joining the ranks of Quidditch players. A family's tradition, going back to his grandfather's era.

James' lower lip trembled.

And he hadn't even got to try out for the team. He'd been so nervous that he'd been sick the night before and he'd ended up sleeping in. He made it to the tryouts just in time to hear them declare Malfoy their new King.

This was supposed to have been his year.
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