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James mirrored Roxie’s shocked expression. “Yeah but that’s just because the little ones like me better.” he shrugged. His arguments were becoming increasingly less mature and convincing. But it was true that the younger members of their family liked him, and the feeling was mutual. He didn’t actually mind helping them when playing quidditch. “At least they’ll be good quidditch players when they grow up. I’m a great teacher.”
Roxie shrugged--she had to agree, James was much better with the younger kids than she was. She chalked it up to James being the oldest of three: of course he was better with little ones, he was the big brother. Roxanne, on the other hand, was the baby of her family. Always coddled and protected by her father and by Fred, and doted on by her mother. “You’ve got an unfair advantage there, you have way more experience with little kids than I do!” She protested with a half-smile. “And of course they’ll be good players, they’re Weasleys and, in some cases, Potters! We’re a force to be reckoned with! In a few years we’ll be taking over the professional leagues.”















