𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄, j. potter

──twenty five

Twenty five

NO ONE HAD EVER ANTICIPATED THAT OLIVIA KINSLEY WOULD THE KIND OF LOVER WHO ALWAYS CRAVE PHYSICAL TOUCH. Perhaps it's because it's something that she lacked in her childhood or perhaps it's because she's hid in her shell for too long, but for whatever reason, James Potter is not complaining.

He adores the way her hand seems to always reach for his or how her back is always pressed against his chest and how her fingers are always buried in his hair. Even only days into their relationship, it's clear that her love language is physical touch. She shows her adoration through gentle touches and soft kisses and James is sure he's never been happier in his life.

With her, it's easy to forget everything. When they longue on his sofa, their limbs entwined and sharing soft kisses, it's easy to feel as though they're the only people in the world.

However, they were forced out from the comfort of the Potter manor to attend a muggle parenting class since they were unable to find a wizarding one considering everything is closed due to tomorrow being christmas eve. Kat was kind enough to drive them and so now the couple sat crossed legged on the floor, James clutching a hot chocolate milk while Olivia's is green tea.

"Taste it," James says, offering his drink for her to take a sip, knowing it's the kind of things she likes. He ignores the look being sent their way. While the other fathers wore khakis with their balding hair, James wore simple denim pants and shirt paired with a leather jacket to battle the cold winter air. The class had just ended, but no one had left yet, all of them waiting for the snow storm to end before venturing out. The other parents around them are perhaps twice their age but neither James nor Olivia cared.

"I like it," Olivia says before frowning. "I should have ordered the same thing."

"Here," he takes her tea and gives his chocolate milk to her. "Let's trade."

The bright smile that covered her face was enough for James to forget about the fact that he hated green tea.

She plants a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you."

He smiles at her before looking around to see if anyone can hear them. He debates whether he should do it, finally talk to her about something that had endlessly been bothering him. He knows that perhaps a room full muggles is not the best place for their talk, but he can't help but not care at the moment.

He wonders if now truly is the right time to talk about it, but it would be the only time they have together. Since the rest of their friends had arrived, the couple is always surrounded and James is not about to tell everyone a secret she had trusted him enough to share with him.

"Liv," he calls for her attention, his voice holding a tone of urgency. "What happened in the orphanage? You have to tell me."

James had tried to shake it off. He truly had tried, but his conscience refused to let him. If his understanding of the situation is correct, Olivia had murdered five people.

"Can we talk about this at home?" She asked, whatever humor in her voice now gone.

James shook his head. "No. We have to talk about it now. Just tell me what happened, baby. Walk me through it. How did it end up like that?"

Olivia hesitated for a few moments, but finally gave in. "I don't know. I never knew I could talk to snakes, but we arrived and I saw the snake there and I could understand them. T-They must have caught on to my anger. They told me how the people in that place were evil, how they would hunt down animals from the forest behind the house. Snakes, alligators, deers, anything they could get their hands on."