Two: Well, I'm not Jesus.

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by mxssrs-

by mxssrs-

REWRITTEN THEN EDITED

JAMIE.

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"That is me, yes." Jamie giggles, strolling to the Gryffindor table, where she usually sat. The Hufflepuff's didn't really spark her interest, I guess you could say.

"Jamie Scott? Wouldn't you be-" Jamie lifts her hand up, then slowly drags it down the boy's face. "Hush, man with Glasses. I do not know you, so I shan't tell you." Jamie winks, pulling her hand away and digging into her food. "But you are a Dumbledore? You aren't some impostor? Are you Jesus?" Glasses asks, frowning. "Hm, Well, I'm not Jesus, so you can cross that one off your list." Jamie replies, not bothering to swallow her food beforehand. The boys smirk- well, all besides one.

"Well, considering Jesus was killed around 30 BC, I'm going out on a limb here and assuming she isn't Christ." A boy spoke with a smart-ass attitude, rolling his eyes at the boy with Glasses. "Merlin's beard, Remus. You just have to ruin it with a joke." Someone with shoulder length black hair sighs jokingly.

Jamie frowned, searching her mind for some sort of intelligent come-back. Soon enough, she had swallowed her potatoes and opened her mouth to let out that fabulous information.

"Actually, Jesus Christ was born in the year 1 BC. He apparently died when he was 32, therefore meaning he died in 32 BC, or AD. But, I could be Eve considering the Bible never said if she died or not. Adam, on the other hand, lived until he was 930 years old, and a few years before that, had a child. Disturbing, huh?" Jamie chuckles, taking a bite out of a Brussels Sprout. The four of them stare at her, partially because she ate the devil's miniature cabbage, and because she smarter than them all combined. Remus didn't know that. Obviously the other boys didn't either.

"What?" Jamie's forehead wrinkles, her mouth was again full of potato. "Woah. Remus, she's yours." Grey eyes mutters.

"I ain't nobody's bitch, sunshine." Jamie sasses, standing up. "Oh, by the way.... Glasses, you have a tomato sauce stain on your shirt. Short kid, you have chocolate all over your mouth. Grey eyes, you have a huge pimple on your forehead." Jamie pauses, and turns around. "Oh... and Remus?" Jamie looks at him from over her shoulder."You have a bit of dirt, right there, did you notice?" Jamie smiles softly, gesturing to the left side of his nose. "Oh... really?" He furiously scrubs his nose with his sleeve.

"You're welcome." She winks, skipping off to her tower.

"GOODMORNING STARSHINE, THE EARTH SAYS, HELLO!" Jamie hollers at the boys.

Glasses freaks out, falling off his bed, Grey eyes swore, short kid didn't react, and Remus just sighed. "How did you get in HERE?" Glasses looks scared.

Jamie had her eyes closed, her hands were placed firmly on her hips, with a grin stuck on my face. "I've lived here basically my whole life, guys. PLUS! McGonagall told me to wake you guys up on time, because you never do." She snorts, giggling. "Of course... Can you turn around?" Grey-Eyes scowls.

As Jamie turns around, she hears rushed rustling, and another tired sigh. This went on for almost five minutes.

"You can open your eyes now, Jamie." Remus says with humour. Jamie cautiously opens her eyes into a squint. "I actually thought you guys were gonna trick me, but you didn't so that's good!" She bounces, clapping her hands loudly.

"Now, come on. Breakfast is starting in about ten minutes!" Jamie announces, shooing them out of their room. They all stumble downstairs, rushing to get food.

Jamie follows after, happily walking after them. "Wow, they never get up that fast." A girl with flaming red hair says, scaring Jamie. "Merlin's beard!" She exclaims, continuing to walk with her hand over her heart. "That living fire scared me half to death." Jamie muttered, fanning herself. Air blew onto her, as if the wind was obeying her.

When Jamie arrived at the Great Hall, she made her way to the high table, ready to tell her grandfather about this morning's shenanigans. "Grandpa, you'll never guess what happened." She starts, sitting where her favourite teacher Professor Sinistra sat. "So first, I had to wake up those guys because I was told to and all that, but then this girl with literal fire for hair spoke, and it scared me so much." Dumbledore chuckles, sipping his pumpkin juice. "That would've been Miss. Evans, Jamie. She's a very bright girl, very good at potions may I add."

Jamie's eyebrows raise, as she hears this fact. "I'm amazing at potions, I'm better than her for sure." She puffs out her chest, then starts giggling. "Did you like my impression of a Gryffindor? No offence to you though."

"It was lovely. Now, go sit down Jamie."

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