It seemed to take ages for anyone to get so much as a nibble. Mr. Potter caught two fish within the hour, but the rest of the boat was not quite as lucky.
“There’s something fishy going on here,” mumbled Rachel, making James laugh at her dreadful pun. “I think your dad is using some sort of magic to draw the fish to him!”
James laughed awkwardly, realizing that this was probably true. He glanced over and, sure enough, there was a wand-sized lump in his father’s shorts pocket. Well, if dad’s using magic in front of a Muggle, there’s no reason I can’t, too.
He stealthily reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wand. Luckily, Rachel was too preoccupied with rummaging through the worm box to pay any attention to him. He muttered a short incantation and flicked his wand at the water, before quickly stuffing it back in his pocket. Rachel returned to her spot next to him, totally unaware of what has just happened.
She cast her line out and, almost immediately, there was a gigantic tug on her rod. “Oh, my God!” she squealed. “I’ve got one!”
It's so funny to be making him do normal Muggle things, y'know? I'm really enjoying writing this story. I probably would've written chapter four right after this, but my mother dragged me college shopping. Ah, well. It happens.
So, anyway, this'll go up in about a week. I just hope that the story gets more review by then. I'm actually feeling a tad discouraged, but I'm going to keep writing. For now, I'm going to go work on my Narcissa/Remus one-shots to get those out of the way. I'd really like to mostly finish Independence by the time I get to college, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen right now.