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[james]

The best place to sneak off for a cheeky drink was definitely the ground keeper’s hut, even though sometimes he would turn up he never did mind when James was sat in there with a butter beer he’d always share. Today James was aware that the ground keeper was away for family reasons which meant the hut was unoccupied for the week, which also meant that James could go in whenever he wanted and have some drinks after a tough day. Being the son of Harry Potter wasn’t that bad, but then again a lot of people expected him to be just like his father but he wasn’t, he was different. Different personality and different appearance, it was what made him feel normal, of course his last name was always a hit with the ladies, they adored him and he adored them.

You could say he was slightly popular amongst the girls but not always, sometimes they didn’t want anything to do with him which didn’t bother him. He wasn’t a total player he just liked to sleep with girls, he’d still keep in touch with them but he wouldn’t allow them to get any closer than sleeping with them. He’d hate to have any crushes, it would destroy his image and then people would think he was soft which wasn’t true at all.

James sat in the large armchair in the hut with a jacket on to keep him warm, he wasn’t able to find any wood so he’d have to leave his jacket on. It was quite chilly in the hut but that didn’t bother him, the cold never really affected him but sometimes girls would complain just to get his jacket and enjoy his smell, which didn’t always bother him but then again he didn’t always like being cold just to keep a girl happy, it wasn’t always worth it. James took a sip of his butter beer and sighed with relief as he did so.

[rosalie]

The fire crackled softly, leaving a warm feeling in the area as Juliet wandered down the stairs that lead from the girls' dorms to the common room that was shared by all Gryffindors. After three hours of homework and studying, she had finally tossed the books aside and dug out her old trusty pair of Converse. Clothed in a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a purple sweatshirt, she left the common room, waving to a few of the other students seated on the plush couches and chairs. Outside of the common room, she felt a familiar chill that lingered throughout all of the hallways of Hogwarts. However, it was nothing when compared to the chill you felt in the Slytherin dungeons. As she walked, Juliet pulled her wand out of her back pocket and twirled it in her right hand. Although left handed, Juliet had always used her right hand as her wand hand, just an odd fact about herself. She really had no idea where she planned on going, but instead just let her feet lead her to wherever. A few of the paintings called out to her as she walked, but she just laughed and ignored them. One of them was a rather obnoxious "knight" in a suit of armour. His name was Sir Caddogan, or something along those lines.

Soon Juliet found herself walkind down a flight of stairs that lead to the entrance hall. She was careful to step over the magical disappearing step towards the bottom, and landed safely on the ground. She continued walking and made her way outside into the cool winter air. The wind was a bit nippy, but the weather was so beautiful. There was no rain, but instead snow. The white snow was falling softly on the ground, and it looked like a winter wonderland. The walkways had been charmed so that snow could not fall on them, and students could wander freely without slipping on a patch of ice. Recently, one of her friends had told her that the groundkeeper would be leaving, some type of family problem. In other words, the cabin would be free to use, if you weren't afraid to risk getting caught, that is. A bit happier with the remembrance of the conversation, she walked with a spring in her step towards the cabin. She stuffed her wand in her back pocket again, and placed her hands in her hoodie pocket so they wouldn't freeze. Her hair blew behind her softly in the breeze.

As she opened the door to the cabin and walked in, her jaw dropped and her cheeks burned pink. Why was there somebody else here? What was he doing here? Juliet wanted to form words, but instead she just closed her mouth and stared for a moment. She recognized the dark-haired boy as James Potter, a boy in her house. A sixth year, if she remembered correctly. She cleared her throat gently and knocked on the door behind her. "Uhm, hi. Sorry if I'm intruding," she said, shooting a small smile in his direction. "I'm Juliet, and you are?" she asked, venturing in a bit further, placing her hand out for him to shake. It was a bit formal for her, but oh well.

[james]

The brunette sat on the old comfortable chair with his butter beer in handle and sipped slowly at the beverage thinking about the days events. It had been quite boring actually but then again days at Hogwarts seemed to be more boring usual. Sure the Halloween Ball had been and gone but that was probably the most exciting thing and he hadn’t even attended the ball! Him and his house mates had been more busy with a party of his own which hadn’t ended well, after a couple of smashed barrels of butter beer and a passed out sixth year on the floor who they had to drag up to the boys dorm, it wasn’t easy. James took another sip of his beer and closed his eyes oblivious to the girl who was standing in the door way. All he felt was a cold draft and then a knock at the door.

James opened one eye and then the other only to see a girl stood in the door with her mouth open, odd yes but most girls had that reaction when they saw him, not that he was being bigheaded or anything, just and observation. For a moment the two starred at each other and James smirked when she introduced herself to him. How could she not know who he was? After all he was the son of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, he was the eldest of his siblings, his younger brother who was fifteen and his little sister who was fourteen. The girl extended her arm to shake his and for a minute or two she looked at her hand and cocked an eyebrow.

The older boy shook her hand and smiled at her, she was quite beautiful as far as girls went but he wasn’t quite sure how old she was. Fifteen would be okay but fourteen wasn’t right at all, “I’m James, care to join me?” He questioned and offered her a bottle of butter beer.

[rosalie]

Juliet couldn't help but smirk at the older student. She knew he was quite popular around the school, the Wizarding World, even. But she decided to toy with that and act as if she didn't know him. It would make it a bit more fun. That way, there were no expectations coming from her end. She blamed her blushing cheeks on the cool wind that she had experienced on the walk out here. A stray strand of blond hair tickled her cheek and she reached up to tuck it behind her ear. It felt a bit odd to be alone with James, seeing as she had never even really met him before, but there's a first for everything, I suppose. Careful not to trip, seeing as that was a normal occurence for her, she grinned back at him. "Pleasure to meet you," she smirked, taking a seat in the squishy-squashy arm chair next to him. She felt even shorter as she sunk into the fabric. She sat criss-cross applesauce as a kindergartener might have called it, or Indian style as an older child may have referred to it as.

"I'd love to," she said with a smile. "Thank you." She took the bottle from the older boy and leaned her back against the arm of the chair so that she could face him. "I have an idea," she stated randomly after opening the bottle and taking a short sip. Pushing her hair off to one side of her neck, she grinned over at him. "Let's play the question game! It's rather simple, but it's a fun way to get to know somebody," she explained. Reaching down and placing the bottle on the ground, she began to explain how to play the game. "Okay, say I get to start. Which I should, ya know, ladies first and all that crap," she joked, laughing softly. "Basically, I would ask you a question about yourself. Then, you would answer it. And then you would get to ask me a question, and so on the game goes."

She took her wand out of her back pocket. "However, we could make it a bit more interesting and put a lie detector charm on each other..." she trailed off slightly. He probably thought she was a psychopath right now, but she found it pretty funny. "But that's up to you," she finally finished, leaning back and twirling her wand, rosewood and 11 3/4 inches, in her right hand as if it were a baton. She finally just dropped it in her lap and looked up at the older boy with a small smirk on her face.