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This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa
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Are you alright?
10th September, 1888 - Hogwarts Corridors
Life as a prefect – forgetting life as a fifth year – was busier than he’d have ever imagined. He was always on guard, always checking to make sure the rules were being followed. It was tough but, and James felt this to be true of any prefect, it was rewarding. He had responsibility and he enjoyed it. It gave him more reason to do anything. He was, or at least felt, important. And it gave him a reason to not fixate on the Church of Magical Jesus – which is what he’d been doing most of the summer.

Wandering through the halls between a class, James noticed some students making fun of one of the first years. His heart fell as he saw this and, with a sigh, he straightened up his uniform and called out; “I’d suggest you head to class before I begin deducting points,” he said. His voice was stern – he’d not had to do this much before.

Moving to the small girl whom he recognised from the sorting ceremony as one Miss Tatting, James smiled softly.

“Is everything alright, Miss Tatting? Don’t mind them, they’re just…” he said looking over at them as they walked, “They have nothing better to do than to pick on a first year.”

Clearly, Tansy had to grow a bit more of a spine. It was strange, really, as she'd never been that timid of a girl before. But since coming to Hogwarts, she'd found herself drawing within herself quite a bit. She just hoped that it would get better with time. She'd barely been at school for a month, after all. But, as it was, her small build and sweet disposition seemed to make her quite the target for those that enjoyed bullying other.

She'd gotten a bit used to it, often just ignore it, but this time she'd been all but cornered. She'd stayed silent, simply clutching her books to her chest and staring at the ground. That was, until a stern voice spoke up and seemed to stir the bullies into action. They all but fled though the leader of the group didn't do so without one last scathing glare thrown in Tansy's direction. She'd just caught sight of it when she'd looked up to see who it was that had helped her.

She offered Mr. Grey, a Gryffindor Prefect from what she remembered, the best smile she could muster but it was still weak at best. "I'm alright," she answered quietly, feet falling back to her feet again, "I've gotten used to it. Seems to be a daily thing." A small shrug of her shoulders was given as well as if it really wasn't that big of a deal.

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Her smile bought upon James a distinct and unforgettable feeling of anguish that didn’t sit well with him in the slightest. It wasn’t for what had transpired that made him feel this way but the fact that her smile – weak and insincere in its features – was obviously something she’d practiced a fair bit which was to say: - she was used to this.

And that hurt him a great deal.

Her quiet words reassured the fact and James sighed offering a compassionate smile to her.

“Don’t shrug it off,” James said, “It ought not to be a daily thing – it’s not nice to be on the receiving end of that. It isn’t fair on you in the slightest. Is it the same people often, Miss Tatting?”

Tansy was really quite surprised that Mr. Grey was sticking around longer than really necessary. He'd already done his job, really, so there was little reason for him to stick around. And he was being really quite kind. His sigh and smile, however, had her eyes widening just slightly as a result. She wasn't really sure what to think or to say.

She listened to him, taking his words in and to heart. He was really quite kind. And, gradually, her smile started to form into a more true and sincere one though she did give a small nod to indicate that it was often the same people. "It is," she added in answer with her nod, "I'm sure it's just because I'm new. And small." Both of which were quite true. Tansy was a rather small thing and was perhaps far too sweet for her own good all things considered.

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James sighed a little then. Her reasoning made sense; the bullies often picked on the small – and new – students. He’d seen it first hand before though that didn’t make it any more okay. Indefensible actions were just that; they weren’t to be defended and he had half a mind to deduct points from each of them though they had scattered on the first warning so he supposed he’d let it slide. For now.

“Bullies like to bully those they see as… weaker,” he said softly before letting out a sigh, “But that doesn’t make it any more okay. Please let a prefect or teacher know if it happens again, okay?”

James felt a sense of obligation toward his fellow students since receiving his badge. He wasn’t entirely sure what, exactly, but he wanted to help and this person was as good as any.

“Were you headed to your next class? I’m more than happy to escort you, if you’d like.”

Tansy nodded in response. She'd be sure to let someone know in the future if it were to continue. She hoped it wouldn't continue though. It was getting a bit tiresome but maybe she'd get a bit of a spine as a result. Who really knew what would happen. She could talk to Terry about it, too, but she worried how he might react to such a thing. It might not go over too well and she'd hate to see her twin getting in trouble as a result.

Her cheeks flushed a bit though as Mr. Grey offered to see her to where she was headed. He was really going above and beyond the call of duty she thought but she couldn't exactly tell him no, not after all he'd done. "I just finished," she answered honestly, "But I was headed to the library for some extra studying and hopefully a quiet place to sketch." Her cheeks flushed a bit more as she let that last part slip out. She didn't often talk about her sketching and she sincerely hoped he wouldn't push that topic further.

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A soft smile lined his features at her clear embarrassment – bashfulness? – toward her going to the library to sketch. He found it rather endearing, if he were to be entirely honest; that someone liked expressing themselves in such a form of art. It was not unexpected for young girls to like drawing, James had come to learn in his years at Hogwarts, but they didn’t really show it off.

“Well then, I suppose I’ll walk you to the library,” James smiled politely at the Hufflepuff.

As they began to walk, the Gryffindor could feel a very distinct and tangible awkwardness wash over the atmosphere as they moved in what was practically silence save for the one or two huffs and sighs that came from James’ mouth as he tried to think of something to say.

But then he did think of something; “What kind of stuff do you sketch?”

Tansy would have preferred they remained walking in silence, even if it was a bit awkward, if she'd have known his question was going to be directed at what she sketched. It was a bit of a touchy subject for the little Hufflepuff. A very guarded subject, really. There were few that saw what her sketches were, or at least what the majority of her sketches were.

"Oh, just.. random things," she said, trying to be as vague as possible as they continued to walk, "Just depends on the day I guess." Which wasn't a full lie. Sometimes she did sketch things other than different fashion designs. She'd even sketched a bit of a landscape over the summer and given it to another girl getting ready to go to Hogwarts for her first year as well. So it wasn't as if she was lying entirely though her cheeks still continued to flush as a result.

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