"Potter," Phoebe says curtly. James frowns and says harshly, willing the odd feeling he has to go away, "Griffin, all of that stuff still doesn't make you pretty."

She scoffs and narrows her eyes, "I could say the same about you. What's that in your hair, Potter? Flobberworm slime?"


~In which Phoebe Griffin and James Potter realize that there is a thin line between love and hate.~


James Potter x Female OC