James had returned to his office - somewhat frustrated, but in high hopes for the activities that were to come. He had no reason to believe they wouldn't be happening, after all. A quick glance around his office - his pristine office, told him he had nothing to do before the arrival of the new school nurse.
Putting the vial of potion he'd been given in the top drawer, James lowered himself in to his chair and pulled out his potion magazine. Nerdy as it might be, some of the new discoveries were quite something and he wasn't going to miss out on them.
The afternoon soon faded, and James' patience faded with it. Wondering where Circe had gotten to, the Potion's master checked his watch. Couldn't be long now, could it? Unless some pain in the ass student had hurt themselves, inadvertently cock blocking...
The crack of apparition made James jump, and the sight of the elf before him made him scowl. "What?" James demanded of the creature, who passed him a letter and then left again.
Opening it, James' jaw set as he read. Better plans? What in Merlin's name did Circe think was better than their plans? To say he was angry with her, for playing him, was more than a little bit of an understatement in that moment. Scrunching the paper in to a ball, James tossed it in to the fire and leant forward, head resting on his balled fist.
Let her play games, he thought to himself, a smirk touching his features, you have always played the game better.
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