You were James Phelps's wife, his fans know about you, but not your face, James's brother, Oliver Phelps, know you and really like you. Right now you were sitting on a armchair looking down, and you think of a joke you could do to James.

You: "God im so fcking ugly.."

You say, and James's head snap toward you.

James: "Shut the fck up!"

He say firmly and he lean his arms on the armstand of the armchair and you giggle.

James: "'think this is a fcking game?"

You: "Shh! Stop It.."

You keep giggling while he lean closer with a pissed off face.

James: "Stop fcking saying that shit."

You: "Tell me i'm beautiful."

James: "God, ur fucking gorgeous."