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OLIVIA IS SLOWLY BUT SURELY losing her damn mind. She's explained the same thing to Lucas about six times already and the boy seems to still not be able to grasp the very simple concept. She knew the little boy had a hard time with school, but she didn't know it was this bad. However, Olivia didn't raise her voice. She doesn't use a condescending voice and she makes sure to keep her tone calm and even. She carefully and patiently explains it again, waiting for Lucas to nod his head before she continues on.

She adores the little boy. She honestly, truly does, however, patience is not her biggest forte and it's slowly thinning. It's often Remus to help him with his homework, but he's currently stuck in bed due to high fever, and she figured, how bad can it be to help the eleven year old with his schoolwork?

Very bad, as Olivia hadn't anticipated.

"Do you get it now, Lucas?" She asked calmly as she sat crisscross on the floor while Lucas lay on his stomach with his feet propped up, the two of them in Olivia's bedroom while James and Sirius practiced for their upcoming match and Peter napped on the couch outside.

Lucas bit his lip nervously, wondering if he should tell the truth, but seeing the encouraging look on Olivia's, he finally shook his head shamefully, letting her know that he does, in fact, still don't understand.

Olivia smiled sadly before pushing his textbooks and parchment away. She's not sure what the problem is, but what she is sure of is that it's a lot more than him being slow to understand concepts. Olivia knew Lucas. He's quite smart and intuitive so she knew that there has to be a bigger problem.

"Can you tell me what the problem is?" She asked him softly, taking the quill from his hand and setting it down.

Lucas seems hesitant to talk, but he knows he can trust Olivia. The girl had proven herself to be a very responsible and sensible adult figure in his life. She would not make fun of him. "I—I don't know how to read," he muttered so quietly she almost didn't hear it.

Olivia's eyebrows furrowed together. Lucas is already eleven. Surely he would have known already how to read. If he didn't, then why hadn't anyone done something to help him? "Did you not learn the alphabet when you were younger?"

Lucas shook his head. "The orphanage didn't have enough staff or money to send us to schools or give us lessons."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" She asked, reaching over to push his curls out of his face.

Lucas shrugged as he continued looking down shamefully. "When I try to read, it's like the words are dancing. Or—or the words are all jumbled up."

"Can you try writing your name here," she says, handing him a parchment and quill. She wants to understand what truly is happening. As soon as he said that the words were dancing, Olivia already had an idea on what's happening.

Lucas took the quill and wrote his name the best way he can before showing it to Olivia.

acslu rngmao

No one would ever think it's supposed to spell Lucas Morgan. As soon as he said that the words were dancing, Olivia already had an idea on what's happening and this is only confirming it. However, she's not a professional and so she will not give a diagnosis. She figured she can always talk to James about it and the two of them can approach madam Pomprey later on.

"Hey," she called to him softly to make him look up at her. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, okay? We'll figure something out."

Shyly, Lucas nodded his head.

"Now, come on, my chunky monkey," she stood up and offered her hand to him. "I think you deserve a break for studying. How would you like for James to teach you quidditch?"

The little boy's face instantly lit up. "Would he really?"

"Of course he would," Olivia confirms as she hands him his jumper. "Then we can have dinner in the kitchens instead of the Great Hall."

"Will Prongs go with us?" He asked hopefully.

"Sure, monkey. I now declare the remaining of this day to be Lucas international day. We'll do what you want for the whole day."

That successfully cheered up the little Slytherin as he slipped on his jumper, a big smile on his face as he took her hand. Together, the two of them headed to the quidditch field where James had just finished saying his goodbyes to his teammates.

When the duo arrived, everyone was just dispersing, and Olivia could have sworn she saw tears in some of their eyes. Some glared when they saw her, but she ignored them all as she headed to where Sirius and James stood. It's obvious that James himself had been crying, and Olivia can't help but feel guilty again. However, she reminded herself that James' decision to quit was his own. She had tried to change his mind, but there was just nothing to be done.

"Hey," James greeted the two, ruffling Lucas' hair. "I thought you guys were doing homework."

"This chunky monkey here deserved a break," Olivia explained. "He wants to learn how to play quidditch."

"Sure," James told Lucas who took off his quidditch gloves and handed it for Lucas to wear. "So your fingers don't burn from holding on too long."

Lucas nodded seriously as he slipped on the gloves, his little innocent face made Olivia smile.

"What position do you want to play?" James asked.

"Chaser!"

"Hey, pads!" James called to the boy who's already heading to the locker rooms to change. "Wanna play with us? You get to be the keeper."

Sirius was just about to say no seeing as he already feels sweaty and dirty and just wants a shower, but the hopeful look Lucas sports is impossible to resist. So he grabbed his broom again, laughing good naturedly as he ran back to the three.

"You already took you flying lessons, right?" At Lucas' nod, James allowed him to climb the broom. "We'll fly together. I'll let you have control, but if you're ever having a hard time, I'll take over, okay?"

"Okay."

"Will you fly too, Liv?" Sirius asked as he mounted his broom. "I can get you a broom from the cupboard."

"No," it was little Lucas who answered. "It's bad for little Nugget."

"That's right," James agreed as he climbed behind Lucas, making sure to cage the little boy between his arms as added protection.

"I'll be sitting over there," Olivia said, pointing at the opposite direction. "Away from heavy balls that might hit me or my baby."

"That's a good idea," James says before they took off, letting Olivia walk back to the side, far enough from the three boys to be safe but near enough to be able to watch them clearly.

For the next hour or so, she watched Lucas and James try to score and Sirius try to block. Olivia wouldn't say Sirius is a very good keeper. He's amazing as a chaser, but as a keeper, only mediocre. James, however, even with a child and a few levels of caution, is an amazing flyer. He makes it look so simple, like second nature.

Olivia is convinced she could watch him all day and not get bored.

After that, as promised, Olivia, Lucas and James had dinner in the kitchens where they allowed Lucas to indulge in whatever food he wished for. Perhaps they had allowed him to eat too much sweets as the little boy couldn't stop talking by the end of the night, but neither James nor Olivia cared as they both had too much fun.

However, by the end of the night, James insisted to return back to his dorm no matter Lucas' insistence for an overnight with his two favorite people.

So it was only Olivia and Lucas. The two propped up on her window as they traced constellations on the night sky under the light of the full moon.

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AFTER THE LONG NIGHT SPENT WITH LUCAS, Olivia was in no mood for potions. She now regrets letting him consume as much sugar as he did. The boy took ages to fall asleep.

But it seems, the Marauders had a longer night than she did as 2/4 of the group had their heads on their table, not at all listening to Slughorn's explanation of the potion they're studying as they took a nap. Their lesson, which, much to Olivia's annoyance, happened to be Amortentia, the love potion.

"Can someone tell me what makes this potion different from all others?" Slughorn asked the class. The women in the classroom all listened carefully, even Kat, all of them engrossed at the concussion that can duplicate an emotion as complicated and difficult such as love.

"Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them most." It was Lily Evans who answered, her eyes glancing at the Kinsley girl sitting beside James, lazilly writing on her parchment. "It's the most powerful love potion in the world."

"That's right!" Slughorn said gleefully. "Five points to Gryffindor."

Olivia shifted on her seat from discomfort. Being ten weeks pregnant and being forced to always use the disillusionment charm was not something she'd recommend to anyone.

"Now, I want you all to form a line and tell the class what scent the amortentia present to you," Slughorn instructed, making Olivia sigh as she shook James and Sirius.

The three lazily staggered to line up, both men leaning on a wall as they allowed everyone else to go first. Every student seems to be excited to find out what amortentia would smell like to them.

Lily's face quickly turned as red as her face as soon as she took a sniff of the potion. "Jasmines. The ink of a quill, and old books."

Then it was Kat's turn who shifted nervously on her heel as she already knew what the potion would smell like. "Leather, cigarette smoke, and men shampoo."

From beside James, Olivia saw Sirius smirk.

A few more went by till it was Sirius' turn and it's no surprise how half the class stood straighter, hanging onto his every word. "Strawberry, christmas gingerbread and a hint of chocolate cookie dough."

The women's shoulder fell at his words. Those were pretty distinctive smells and not one of them could think of who it might belong to, but Olivia knew.

And finally, it was James' turn and Olivia herself can't help but lean in interest. The Potter boy lazily strutted to the front of the class, a small smirk on his lips as he sniffed the remains of the cauldron.

"Nina Ricci L'Air du Temps," the french rolled off smoothly from his tongue, and Olivia can't help but notice that it's the exact same perfume she uses. Her heart started beating out of her chest then as her brain made the connection. "Jasmines, and a little bit of coconut flavored shampoo."

Before Olivia can process his words, it's her turn and she's walking to the front of the class. She was still a few feet away and the scent already invaded her nostrils. When she closes her eyes, she quickly feels a sense of safety engulfing her entire being as her muscles relax.

"Lemons," she said, it being the most overpowering smell. "Broomstick cleaner and butterbeer."

The scent is very familiar to her, but she had no idea whom it could belong to.

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THE DAY OF JAMES' FINAL QUIDDITCH match came too quickly for Olivia's liking. Sooner than she'd wanted, she sat beside Kat, Remus, Peter and Lucas on the Gryffindor stand. She's vaguely aware of the glares burning a hole on her back, but Olivia paid them no mind. She never cared what anyone thought about her and she wouldn't start now.

Her eyes remained focused on the field, waiting for the players to come out. She already knows how sad James would be after this. The mere thought of James Potter without quidditch sounds ridiculous to her ears. The sport is one that James loves and adores. It's part of his being, part of him and the fact that he's willing to give it up speaks volumes about his dedication to being a father, a fact that Olivia can't help but be grateful. His determination is a trait she adores.

"And here comes the Gryffindor team, with their captain James Potter," Fabian Prewett opened.

"Who as we all know will be leading the team one last time as Potter has decided to quit and give up his captaincy to his best friend, Sirius Black," Gideon finished.

If possible, the glares aimed at her burned hotter.

Olivia watched James as he held his broom, talking to his teammates and giving his final speech as captain. And Olivia can't help but think that he belonged there. There, in the middle of the field, with his name proudly on his back and a top of the line broom in his hand with his hair windswept and messy.

She had been so focussed on James that she hadn't realized that the Ravenclaw team had arrived and now stood in front of the Gryffindors.

"Captains, shake hands!" Madam Hooch instructed. "On my whistle!"

And then the game started with Ravenclaw first catching the quaffle, but James acted fast, quickly snatching it off their hands. It seems James is determined to make most of his last game as he seems more driven than ever, flying as if his life depended on it and blocked bludgers with no difficulty.

"And he scores! Not less than two minutes in!"

And the same happened the entire match. James took control of the game, scoring again and again with less than a few minutes in between. Whoever tried to stop him had no chance as they were completely left in the dust. He flew faster than Olivia has ever seen anyone do. The keepers had no chance of blocking his goals and she's convinced they've stopped trying after the first hundred points.

"And James Potter scores again!" Fabian screamed to his mic, making the Gryffindors roar. "It's 170-0 and it doesn't look like he's about to stop, folks!"

Then James did something no one expected. He threw the quaffle at Sirius before he rushed off. If Olivia thought he was fast before, it's nothing compared to now. He's nothing but a blur as he chases off.

"JAMES POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!" Gideon exclaimed excitedly. "GRYFFINDOR WINS BY 320 POINTS!"

And then everyone was rushing to the field. It's a blur of motion as Kat and Lucas drags her to James who had been carried on his team mates shoulders. As soon as his eyes met hers, he jumped off, running towards her and pulling her to his chest, the biggest smile on his face.

What Olivia hadn't anticipated was for him to crush his lips against hers.

Olivia's mind hadn't processed what was happening yet, but suddenly, she's kissing him back. Not innocently, like a peck, but fiery and demanding- pouring out the feelings of attraction that had been building between the two of them for months.

His hand drifted to her hip, and Olivia was so intoxicated by every aspect of him that she can no longer think straight. Her conscious screams to stop, warning her that in time that she'll come to regret this- that she would no longer be able to look him in the eye again, but she cannot muster the strength to dare listen. It was different to any other kiss Olivia had ever shared- the boys she had briefly hooked up with, excluding James, typically had no idea what they were doing, leaving her to grimace in disgust as soon as she could get away and so this kiss reminded her of the night they spent together. But the sensation of his lips molding over hers was so passionate it lit her senses on fire and sent the warmth shooting throughout her entire body. The kiss was both her salvation and her torment--in the moment Olivia lived only for him.

But the feel of his hand pulling her closer to her body had shook Olivia awake. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly pulled away.

And before James or anyone could say anything, she was running away.

It was then she realized he smelled exactly like the amortentia.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲:

I've got so much online
requirements to get done
so i pretty much rushed
this. And also, I don't know
how to write a quidditch
match.

I'd just like to say that I don't
know much about dyslexia and
I am trying to research about it
but don't hesitate to correct me
if i ever wrote anything wrong.