Harry Potter Next Generation Headcanons

Jaime

There was a girl, in James' Year, with the name of Jamelle but the nickname of Jaime.

She liked James Potter from Year 3 to Year 6, but then realised that James, although constantly bickering with her, was infatuated with Lily Snape-Darling.

She then partly gave up hope on James, and moped for most of her sixth year.

But then came swooping down a saviour.

Louis Weasley, charming and in 7th year, literally came flying down from the sky. As Gryffindor's reserve chaser, he was well in shape, and Jamelle was sitting there watching as James flirted with Lily, right in front of her.

"Excuse me, Miss. Are you alright?" Louis asked.

"I'm fine." Jamelle sighed.

"I don't think you are though. You're looking at someone, you love him, don't you." Louis asked.

Jamelle turned, ready to insult the 'attacker', but then noticed who he was.

"Louis Weasley, at your service." He bowed mockingly.

"What do you know about love? You are a player." said Jamelle, her black hair blowing in the wind.

"Oh, you'd be surprised. I've never loved a girl, no. Not yet. But I've heard about it. Surely you know of my Uncle Harry? Or at least James." Louis tilted his head.

"Don't use a famous name to get me to like you, it won't work." Jamelle mumbled.

"And yet you're staring at one of my cousins. I'd guess James from the way you winced when I said his name, but it could be any of them."

"I did not wince." She said behind gritted teeth.

"Did so."

" I didn't!"

"Denial, the first stage of heartbreak."

"You don't know me. Leave me alone!"

"Sure, I don't know you, but you know me, isn't that enough?"

"It's a wonder you aren't in Slytherin, Weasley."

"So. It is James, then."

"Of course." Said Jamelle, her dark skin blushing furiously.

"Well, its not going to happen, Jamelle."

"Jaime. And why do you say that?"

"Because my cousin is obsessed with a certain flower. Does he even know your name?" Louis asked.

"I don't know," hissed Jamelle, angrily.

"I would put in a good word for you, but you won't want that."

"Oh, and why not?"

"Because in a few days you'll be over him."

"Yeah, and who will I be falling in love with?"

"Me."

It took longer than Louis had expected, to make Jaime fall in love with him, but the girl tumbled down and down, after not days, not weeks, but 3 months.