Encore {James Sirius Potter}

Three

****Jenna's P.O.V.****

   As soon as I walked through the door that night, the girls bombarded me with questions.

   "Did you meet anyone?"

   "Of course she did, you numpty!"

   "Who was he?"

   It was only when I went to respond that I realized I had dropped my notebook.

   ****Unknown P.O.V.****

   I sighed in content and flopped down on the common room couch. I was staring into the fire, daydreaming, when I noticed a small rectangular object just a few feet away.

   It was a notebook. I guess she must've dropped it? I placed it in my pocket to give to her tomorrow, if I could figure out who 'she' is.

   ****Jenna's P.O.V., Next Day****

   I woke up refreshed and smiling, remembering last night. I threw on a pair of leggings, and oversized sweater, and maroon high-tops. I left my hair down because I honestly don't care how I look on a random Saturday.

   I grabbed a book and a new notebook and pen and hopped downstairs. Only then did I realize that it was five o'clock in the morning. Groaning, I flopped back on the couch. The book I was reading (Carry On, by Rainbow Rowell) was snatched from me when I was literally on the last page. I shot up and growled.

   "Any particular reason why you're up so early, Bird?" James asked.

   'If you don't give me my book back in the next three seconds, I will personally disembowel you and feed you to the Slytherins.'

   "Sure you will. Now why are you up so early?"

   'James Sirius Potter if you so much as bend a corner, I will do so much worse.'

   He must've seen my glare, but he didn't seem very intimidated. His smirk just grew even wider and he held the book over his head. I jumped up, holding my arm up at full length,  but I was still too short. Rose and Albus hopped down their separate staircases at the same time, smirking at my misfortune.

   'Albus, help!' I folded the note into a paper airplane - my notebook used muggle paper - and threw it towards him.

    "Jamessssss," Rose whined, "you can flirt with Jenna later! I need help in Herbology!"

   "Ro, just ask Neville. He loves us!" James replied.

   'James, to students he's Professor Longbottom.'

   "Correction: to most students he's Professor Longbottom. To Al, Rose, Flower, Lorcan, Lysander, Hugo, Roxanne, Fred, Dominique, Victoire, Louis, Molly, and Lucy, he's Neville. He's even Al's godfather. Our parents were all great friends, you see." James cockily explained. I just rolled my eyes.

   'Whatever. Why can't you just let me happily call him Professor Longbottom?'

   "Because, Bird, you'll have to call him Neville at the Annual Potter-Weasley Halloween Ball tomorrow. So ha." James said this as if it were obvious.

   'Of course I will.'

   "James, you asked Jenna to the ball? And you didn't tell me?!" Rose exploded.

   "We're going as friends, Ro, calm down."

   "Whatever. Anyways, how was last night? Did either of you meet anyone?" She's almost bipolar, Merlin. James and Albus both blushed.