The locals in a sleepy corner of the Cheviot Hills are surprised to discover that they have new neighbours.
Who are the strangers at Drakeshaugh?
Nominated for: Best Post-Hogwarts (Chaptered) story - Quicksilver Quills 2011 and
Nominated for: Best Post-Hogwarts (Chaptered) story - Quicksilver Quills 2012
Summary: Five Reasons to Hate James Potter II:
1. He's arrogant (thinks he's the best thing to come into Quidditch... ha! Being a five time winner of Witch Weekly's most charming smile does not make you a Quidditch star)
2. He's a womanizer (there's only so many fans you can please, James)
3. He calls me a bad Seeker (oh, I'm sorry, I must have gotten the wrong impression when I caught the Snitch in front of your face twenty times)
4. On a broader note, he insults me in his interviews (honestly, my jabs aren't nearly as horrible)
5. He has this nagging little thing where he criticizes everything I do (next he's going to be telling me that I shouldn't start dating Felix Lupin)
If you ever ask Libby MacFarlan about James Potter II, prepare yourself for a long speech. She hates him. End of story. But when Quidditch rivalries get personal, egos start clashing and they soon find themselves in the midst of a scandal, involving nosy paparazzi, insulting news articles, obsessive fans, and one very jealous Felix Lupin. This could get complicated....
Excerpt from Chapter 7: The Kiss:
There had been the after party with her friends. Her parents had decided not to attend, Hamish feeling that he was too old for such parties. Nevertheless, the rest of the Montrose Magpies attended… and there had been drinks. Oh, Merlin. She must have gotten drunk again. That explained the hangover. And where in the world was her shirt?
Libby pulled herself up in a seated position, rubbing her temples. She found her shirt lying on a vase on the coffee table, carelessly thrown aside. She shivered and covered herself with a blanket. Felix suddenly jumped awake and averted his eyes when he saw Libby.
“Oh, you’re awake,” he said. Slowly, he got up and walked across the room, headed towards the kitchen area. “Would you like some juice?” he asked, turning to look at her.
She turned around. “Y-y-y-yes,” she yawned. “Felix, what happened last night?”