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"I get that you're frustrated but this is not a good solution, y'know." James' voice scolded as he began to gently dab off the excess blood from your knuckles. He winced internally, seeing the damage that was dealt to your skin once again.

His prior words were far from the first negative comment you received that evening; James had been bandaging up various parts of your body for the past forty-five minutes or so, each injury worse than the one before.

Getting into fights was a common thing for you, but for good reason. A transgender student wasn't something the kids attending Hogwarts saw every day, yet between dementors and trolls, most merely shrugged their shoulders and accepted your choices.

But once in a while, a student or two will run their mouths and fill them with nothing but musk. You came to ignore it, especially with James' helping hand against your back, but to have them learn, you weren't afraid to hit back—harder.

"At least you won," James mumbled in silent praise. He wasn't one to fight, at least when it came down to anything physical, so he couldn't deny the admiration he felt for you—his partner. It made him giddy every time he was reminded of the fact that you were his.