James, Fred II, Dominique, Louis, Roxanne, Scorpius, Al and Rose go out to a Muggle/Wizard Club for a night out.

Rose and the boys make a bet, and James gets a little carried away.

I was envisioning for Madeline to look like Natalie Dormer because I don't know she's amazing and it's my story.

Enjoy!

"The whole night."

"The whole night?"

"Yeaup."

Rose smirked at her cousins. Taking a sip from her glass, then pointing at Louis, she smirked, "You need the whole night, pretty boy?"

Louis glared at her, "No. I'm scared for these twits," he gestured to the three other cousins present, Fred, James and Al, "I don't want them to be disappointed when the birds fly to me."

Rose snorted, as James smiled, "Bullshit, mate. I'm pretty sure Al, Fred and I can get a girl to the booth faster than you can."

"Maybe me faster than you all," Fred chided, "Halfers are the thing now you know," he winked.

Rose looked at Al, "Got nothing to say, Alby? No smart remarks for us?"

The dark haired boy frowned, "I'm not up for this."

Rose scowled at him, "Al! It's the first night that we're all off training, work and school! Have a little fun!"

"I just don't like," Al began to explain, "That we're using some innocent girls for a bet. A bet that proves nothing but the fact that one of us is smoother than the others."

"He's got a point," Dominique agreed, hooking her arm into Al's and resting her head on his shoulder, "If it were me, I'd hate to find out that I was just part of some bet. That's why you're my favourite cousin, Alby, so sensitive," she patted his arm.

"I'm your favourite cousin, Dom," James pointed out, he turned to Al, "So you're out?" James asked, trying to hurry up.

"And you're still in? After what I just said?" Al asked, not really too surprised.

James grinned at him, "Of course I am. I've never backed down from a challenge! Especially not now when there's a chance of taking home a beautiful girl home and especially when Rose is the challenger. What's on the line, Rosie? The muggle car your Grandad got you?" he asked, pulling out a pen and writing the beginning of the bet's rules on a napkin.

Rose slapped his arm down, stopping him from writing, "'Course not. That costs tons and I'm not going to let idiots like you wreck it, get it taken away, or worse, get the paint scratched and stain the seats. You don't even have a muggle license."

"You need to get your priorities straight," Scorpius murmured.

Rose ignored him, "Here's a better wager. The first one of you wankers to come back to this booth, introduce the poor girl to us, wins. The last one loses. But! Before you come back here, you've got to talk her up a bit, dance with her until she says stop, and you must have her number sprawled on your left forearm. The loser must buy everyone whatever drink they like, and I'll even toss in ten galleons for the winner," she pulled out a brown sack of clinking coins from her purse.

Fred, James and Louis looked at her skeptically.

Louis cleared his throat, "And we've got the whole night," he clarified.

"Scared, Lou Lou?" Rose teased.

"'Course not. I just like to take things slow, let the lady feel relaxed-"

"I'm in," Fred cut in, signing his name on the napkin.

"Me, too," James said swiping the napkin away, and then signing it as well.

Louis grumbled, signing it last.

"Last chance, Alby," Rose singsonged.

He shook his head and frowned, "No thanks, I'm alright here."

"Good. Then you've got to put in a bet," Rose smiled.

"What?" Al said.

"You, Scorp, Dom, Roxy -when she gets back- and I are going to bet on which one of these doofuses will win," she smiled.

"Blimey, Rose, where are you getting all of this money? You're gambling like Malfoy died and gave you all his money," Fred gaped.

Scorpius glared at him.

Rose smiled, "Your dad gave me a raise," she said simply.

Fred's jaw dropped, "You've been working there for a week! How much is he paying you? Bloody hell-"

"Are we starting soon?" James drummed the table.

Rose shrugged, "Alright. Dom, Al, Roxanne, Scorp and I will be the judges. If we see any of you fools using some spells directly on the girl, that's a foul and then you've got to buy each of us judges a shot. Even Veela charming counts as a foul," she emphasized the last part for Louis, who grumbled.

"Bloody hell, Rose. Going out was more fun when you weren't around."

"Ten galleons," she sang, "I know that much money has never been tossed in as a prize when it was just you twats."

"She's got a point," Fred grumbled.

"Okay! Rosie, on your count," James clapped, "Let the best man, the best looking man, the most charming man, the funnier man-"

"Alrighty. On your mark, get set- Bloody hell, Louis! What now?" Rose groaned.

"Roxanne's here with the drinks. Just thought I'd get a sip before I go," he plucked a glass off of Roxanne's tray.

"Are you ready now, prince?" Rose deadpanned. He nodded and she counted again, "On your mark, get set, GO!"

The three boys sauntered off.

"What's going on now?" Roxanne asked, hiding the tray away, then scooting into the booth, next to Al and Dom.

Al handed her the contract/napkin.

"Ten galleons? Hell, I should have joined!"

~~O~~

Fred spotted a pretty brunette who was sitting alone. Her legs crossed, and her hand wrapped around a slim glass. He smiled, sauntering over to her.

~~O~~

Louis sighed, rubbing his hands on his slacks. This would've been so much easier if Rose hadn't taken away his right to use some Veela magic. No worry, he thought. Everything about charming a girl to getting her to come with him, he's learned from the older Weasleys, Fred and James. He knows all their moves, all their lines, and all the weaknesses to them. If he couldn't use magic, he'll have to stick to pure charm, natural looks and smarts.

~~O~~

James groaned as he saw Louis head off to a blonde, creamy skinned, fit girl, dancing on the floor. He taught the bugger too well.

Fred was already chatting up some pretty olive skin brunette, making her laugh, her hand already on his arm.

His own wingmen was getting on without him.

James huffed, straightened his jacket and observed the bar.

Tons of girls were there. Dark haired, blondes, redheads and brunettes. Dark skinned, light skinned, tanned and fair. So much for James to choose, but little he would actually be interested in. Plenty of them were with their friends, making it hard for James to sneak a move in, lots of them were either too drunk, or not drunk enough.

He sneaked glances to the bar, then to the dance floor, then to the booths. After his sixth rotation, he found her.

Just walking in, the strawberry blonde curled hair girl with light makeup, her white chiffon blouse tucked into beige shorts that showed off her long legs, black stilettos to clash against her light skin, James found the perfect girl.

She had just walked into the club, a black bag hanging on her arm as she took a seat at the bar, asking the bartender for a drink.

James smiled and practically skipped over to the girl.

But then she pulled out a folder from her bag, opened it and began writing.

Oh boy. James thought. She might be a smart one.

Despite it though, James continued on.

He noticed that the girl had ordered a beer. Just a normal beer, whereas most of the other girls in the club had exotic, colourful, odd drinks.

He slid into the empty stool beside before some other bloke could then asked the bartender for Hot Magic Jack, one of the plenty Wizards' Drinks the wizard bartender had. It was just really firewhiskey with some spice.

He noticed the strawberry blonde sneak a confused glance at him and then went back to her writing. James couldn't help but grin.

He tried to peek at the paper the girl was scribbling notes on, "Are you an author? I'm quite the avid reader."

The girl didn't stop writing but answered, "No I'm not an author. Not really."

James raised an eyebrow, "Do you write for a paper?"

"Yes," she said, without looking up.

"What do you write?" he asked. It was not going as smoothly as he hoped. The girl was a closed book.

"I am a journalist. A sports journalist," she said simply.

James racked his brain for Muggle sports, "You write about, erm, football, rugby and gulf, those things of the sort?"

The girl nodded and bit her lip as she focused on a sentence, "Yes. And I think you mean golf."

James swore in his head, "Yes, sorry. It's the drink, scratching my throat a bit," he pointed to the dark liquid in his glass.

She nodded again, "Right. What is that?"

"A drink," he answered.

She snorted.

James studied her. Usually by now, he'd have a girl on the dance floor, swaying with a drink in their hands as she whispered into his ear. Then a bit after that, they'd be snogging senselessly in an empty booth and sometimes after that, he'd wake up slightly hungover in his flat, a bare lady beside him.

Usually, the girl would've been interested in him. Watching him curiously, and admirably, hand on his arm, her other curling a strand of hair. They'd keep conversation up, and they'd be laughing at whatever he said. Usually, he'd say more than he had tonight.

This girl seemed to not have cared he, charming, handsome, witty James Sirius Potter was talking to her. Muggle or Wizard, ladies loved him.

So James did what he did when he didn't understand something. He studied it. He watched as the girl bite her inner left cheek, tapping the back end of her pen on the paper repeatedly. He watched as her legs crossed and how her foot tapped to the beat of the music.

"It's an odd place to work on something, don't you think?" he said, trying to get something out of her.

She only shrugged, "I like it."

James swore in his head again. He began observing her again. He couldn't see much of her face he realized, Just enough to show she was pretty. Long eyelashes, button nose, and thin, soft lips. A small mole positioned in the crevice of her dimple that showed whenever she pursed her lips. Then she moved her left hand, moving her curls to one side of her, resting on the farther shoulder from him. It gave him a view of her slender, smooth neck, and her accented collar bones.

As she jotted down a few more notes with her right hand, her left curled around her beer bottle, her fingers wrapping around the neck, one by one.

James looked up to her face. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips were rather in between her teeth or pursed. She looked oddly familiar.

"I think I've seen you somewhere," he said.

The girl raised an eyebrow, still not looking at him, "Hmph. Like I haven't heard that one before."

James shook his head, "I mean it. I've seen you somewhere. Like on a magazine or…"

She snorted, "I've heard that one, too," she finally turned to look at him, "I'm sort of doing something right now so maybe you can just tell me what you want. You're obviously trying to engage me into conversation but I'm sort of busy. So tell me what you need and maybe I can help you."

James gaped at her. No girl, except for Rose, has been so upfront with him. "I-I," eh cleared his throat, "Come dance with me," he tried to play it smooth, "Forget your paper and come with me," he offered his hand.

The sudden bounce back to his charm surprised the girl. She stared at his waiting hand and then shook her head, "You don't even know my name."

"That doesn't mean I'm not intrigued by you."

That caught her tongue. She looked at him, her mouth half open, trying to find out what she was going to say next.

"Well?" James asked, nodding towards the dance floor.

She shut her mouth, found out what she was going to say, then sat up straightly, "No thank you. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're doing a bet, and I'm just a subject. How much am I? 25 pounds?"

James looked at her, sipped his drink and then sighed, "A bit more really, but yes. I am in a bet."

His honesty surprised her.

"About 50 pounds is on the table at the moment, and if I try hard enough, a drive in my cousin's car is, too," James explained.

The girl raised an eyebrow, "A drive? What's wrong? You don't have your own car to drive."

James clenched his jaw, "It's a nice car."

"Right," she nodded, "Explain this bet to me, and maybe I'll help you get your joyride."

So James did. Told her the rules, the prizes and the chances of the others winning and how if he doesn't win, then he'll never live it down.

A hint of a smile played on her lips as James talked, he couldn't help but notice.

"So all you need is for me to drink with you, dance with you and sprawl my number across your arm?" she clarified.

James nodded, "Yes, the left arm, but it has to be in a way that convinces them that you actually like me."

She smirked, "See, I've got work to do. But I can be persuaded."

"I'll pay for all your drinks," James offered.

She glared at him, "It's a Friday night. Free drinks for the ladies."

James apologized, "Sorry, forgot. What would you like?"

"I'm a bit famished, maybe you can buy me a plate of fish and chips after," she smiled.

James smiled back, "No problem."

"Okay. But one more problem," she said.

James raised an eyebrow.

"I don't dance," she said.

"What do you mean you don't dance?" he asked.

"I'm not the dancing type. Never danced on that floor before," she nodded to the ground.

James pondered a bit, the smirked, "Come with me, and I'll teach you how."

The girl snorted, "You'll teach me how?"

James nodded.

"Fine," she complied, "I'll go along with this bet."

James smiled widely, "Great. On that happy note, may I know your name?"

Again she laughed, "You've got this whole flirting thing upside down. Are you sure you've done it before? You're supposed to ask for the name first then ask her to dance."

"I'm actually quite skilled in the art of seducing the opposite sex. Just a little thrown off tonight," he sneaked her a nervous look.

She shrugged, "Okay. Well I'm," she smiled, "I'm Olivia."

"Olivia…" James raised an eyebrow.

"Olivia," she said, "Just Olivia."

James shrugged, "Alright. Beautiful name," he considered telling her his real name, but thought against since this wasn't really anything. She was just trying to get him out of her hair and he was just trying to get into Rose's car, "I'm Sirius, Sirius Black."

The girl raised her eyebrows, "That's a peculiar name," she took a sip from her glass. James didn't notice the bartender refill it.

"Sirius, as in the dog star," James covered.

"Dog star. Ahh, okay alright. So Mr. Black, are you going to show me some moves?" she asked as she packed away her writings and slid it behind the bar. Almost like she's done it a million times before.

"Do you come here often?" he asked.

The girl snorted, "I've heard that one, too. Are you sure you're a pro charmer? And yes, I come here a lot. Just not during this slot, no."

"It's just you look so familiar," he pondered.

"Come on, Mr. Black. The dance floor awaits and so does that car of yours."

"Wait, wait, wait," James stopped, "Just to make it clear, all you want is some fish and chips?"

"With some cheese," she added.

"That's all?"

She smirked, "That and," she leaned in and her lips positioned beside his ear, "You can't fall in love with me."

James stiffened, blinked and then looked at her.

She was smirking.

What on earth was happening this night?

He composed himself, "You," he pointed at her and smiled, "Are playing games. You are a seducer."

She grinned at him, "It takes one to know one," she winked at him, dragging him to the dance floor.

Soon, the two were in the middle of the hot, bright, loud dancefloor, sandwiched in between dozens of other couples.

James gestured at her, in a way saying, "Show me what you've got."

She showed him how she dances and he couldn't but laugh.

"You're stiff," he yelled over the music.

She frowned at him, "Well so are you," she nodded to the bulging little member in his pants.

"Oi, don't look there," he blushed, lucky that the lights hid the reddening, "And I met your hips. You don't sway them."

She swayed her hips and James smiled, "See that was the only problem, Olivia. You're a stunner."

"Smooth talking me won't make me come home with you," she yelled over the music.

James rolled his eyes, "Can't blame a bloke for trying. You're pretty, beautiful even," the words slipped out of his mouth but he tried to keep his cool, staying quiet, and trying to look for her reaction. What the hell was he saying?

Olivia smiled, "Remember my last condition, Sirius. You need my number remember?"

James nodded then smiled at her, as the two began dancing.

~~O~~

Roxanne watched as Fred snogged a brunette senseless. She winced.

"It's disturbing watching that," she murmured.

Scorpius chuckled, 'Then don't," he was scooping the galleons into separate sacks, each with their names on it. He then fixed them into the small paper chart that had Fred, Louis and James's name written on it. He placed three of the five sacs underneath James's name and one beneath Louis's and Fred's.

"You three really think James is going to win?" Al asked Scorpius, Dominique and Roxanne.

"It's James. He lives for this," Dominique laughed.

"I do, too," Rose mumbled, "I just don't want to give him an extra two galleons and my car."

Al raised an eyebrow at her, "Your car isn't part of the bet."

"Yes, but James is persistent. I'm a bit easy to break down," she grumbled.

"You mean James has enough to blackmail you with," Roxanne laughed.

Rose glared at her, "Whatever. By the looks of it, they're all sort of tied, Fred's still got chance, "C'mon, Scorp, let's dance," she tugged her boyfriend to the dancefloor.

~~O~~

"Bloody hell," Olivia heard James mutter.

"What?" she asked him.

They were still dancing, rather closely James realized. He answered her, "My cousin… Mary," he made up Rose's name, using Mary, like Rosemary, "She's on the dance floor and I'm sure she betted against me and she's going to try to ruin me. Why don't we go sit, get as far away a possible," he tried to coerce.

Olivia, raised an eyebrow, pouted then shrugged, "Alright. I mean I was just getting used to this dancing thing, but okay."

James lead her back to the bar, ordering both of them a muggle beer and ordered her her fish and chips. He lead them to an empty booth, far from Rose.

Olivia thanked him and took a long sip from her beer, "Ahh. Thanks for that, it's hot over there."

James smiled, "No bloke's ever invited you to the dance floor?" he asked amazed.

"Oh, they have. Thank you, Frank," she smiled to thewaiter as he slid her her fish and chips, "But they've never been as persuasive or honest as you."

James chuckled, "You're a bit scary, really. You read me like a light up, neon sign."

"Well, you just call for attention," she said smugly, taking a bite of her haddock. She pushed her chips over to James, offering him some.

He picked a fry up and pointed it at her before eating it, "So how good of a date am I so far, Olivia?"

She pretended to ponder on it and shrugged, "You're a six so far."

"Six!?" he exclaimed, "Why, I've never been rated so lowly."

Olivia snorted, "Well, to remind you, this is a a 'bet date' and also, you're rubbish with your words sometimes."

James frowned at her, "Well I was going to say you're about a seven and a half."

"Seven and a half," she mused approvingly, "Not bad, but I was hoping for an eleven," she flashed her hands in front of them.

He laughed, "Be proud. Eight's the highest on my scale so far. No ones ever passed eight."

"Alright, alright, alright," Olivia nodded, "I'll change that tonight-"

"Not even the girl that's given me the greatest shag has gotten a nine-"

"Ew. Ew. Did not need to hear that," she waved her hands at him, scrunching her face up, "I was going to go dance with you again. Convince your party that I like you and get you your prize. I did not need to hear about your sex life," she laughed.

James smiled at her, sneaking a glance at her scrunched up, slightly disgusted, thinking about his bed life. He leaned in closer to her he didn't need to yell, "This doesn't just need to be a 'helping with my bet'. I've heard that I'm quite the shag," he winked.

She raised her eyebrows at him, "Modest aren't you? For your information, , I do not plan on having you bed me tonight," she stated proudly.

"Tonight? Maybe tomorrow night, we can do it next week too if you like. I'm a bit busy on Sunday and the weekdays, I've got work you see."

"You're bloody ridiculous," she shook her head.

"Olivia, do you have a boyfriend?" he asked her.

She shrugged, "I had one."

"And?" he drawled.

She glared at him, "And now I don't. Had. Past tense."

"Did you leave him?" he asked, nonchalantly.

Her features softened at his assumption that she left him. She smiled sadly and nodded.

"Good," James said, "I always think the bird should kick the git out to the curb."

"And what makes you think he deserved it?" Olivia mused.

He gave her a look over, "Love, you don't look like the type to go stray and you're also too good of a catch to leave, I've got a feeling that Paris was a wanker."

"Paris? Who's Paris?" she asked, confused.

"Paris, from Romeo and Juliet. I hate that name. It's so-"

"Wankerish," Olivia nodded, finishing his sentence, "What name do you like?" she asked, laughing.

James looked up, thinking, "Well James is a nice name. Of course Sirius, but I like Napoleon."

"Like the little guy?" Olivia laughed.

"No, you dolt. The pig from Animal Farm. He's an amazing antagonist. Also it's quite adorable. A pig named Napoleon?" he smiled.

"You do read," she laughed again.

James looked at her, confused, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing," she waved her hands, "Back to the names; why do you say James?" she asked.

James hoped he didn't pale, this wasn't going to go well if she found out he lied to her, "It's a nice name don't you think. Short, easy to remember, charming," he sneaked a glance at her, checking if she'd let it go.

She was nodding, "Alright. Back to how this conversation started; why do you ask if I'm single or not?"

"Because you don't want to sleep with me!" he laughed.

She was laughing too now, "You're ridiculous."

"I'm Sirius," he said.

"You did not just- Oh my god," she was laughing even harder.

Her laugh was adorable, James realized, as it wrang in his ears. She was trying to contain her laughter, trying to keep it to a giggle, but she kept bursting out into a whole new round of laughs all over again. It was contagious enough to make James smile.

She was gasping for breath by the time she was done laughing, "Your joke wasn't even that funny. God, I've drank a bit much, huh?"

James shook his head, "Your bottles not even half done!" but he had noticed she drank from it plenty.

"Anyways, I haven't asked you, what do you do for a living? I've told you I'm a sports journalist, how about you?" she asked.

James searched for something to say in the little time he had, "I'm a... poley."

"You mean a police?" she asked.

"That's what I said," James coughed, "Police. Anyways," James wanted to steer the conversation away, "You write sports, do you play any?"

She tilted her head, "Ehh, just recently."

"How long have you been writing for the paper?" he asked.

"Longer than I've been playing, that's for sure," she said.

James gaped at her, "Really? Because I believe you have no opinion of a sport if you don't play it," he said proudly.

She gave him a mean look, "Excuse you. I can have an opinion because I love the sport, I commentated games when I was in school, too. My father also played for quite a famous team when I was growing up," she said pointedly, " I think I know what I'm talking about. I'd tell you who we was, but then you'd find out who I really am."

James thanked the wizards, he didn't know any muggle athletes, just Quidditch players like Gwenog Jones, Olaf Andersen, Katrina von Glockenspieler, Oliver Wood, his hero, his own mother, Ginerva Weasley Potter, who played for the Holyhead Harpies.

~~O~~

"Where did James go?" Dominique asked, sucking on her lime.

Al shrugged, "Probably went to charm the poor bird."

Roxanne snickered and smiled, "This is going to an easy bet to win."

"That is if James does beat Fred. He's almost got the girl undressed," Al pointed to the bar where Fred and his bird were getting frisky."

"Have you seen Louis?" Dominique asked, "Victoire's going to have a cow if the boy wakes up on the curb again."

~~O~~

Louis himself was doing pretty well with the girl. The two of them were in the exact middle of the dance floor, sweating, stealing kisses and rubbing against each other. She made a show of whispering things in his ear, glancing at other girls and smirking, and kissing him when songs ended. Louis loved this.

~~O~~

"By the sounds of it, , you're a walking STD," Olivia laughed after he asked for the billionth time why he couldn't bed her.

James pouted at her, "I'm not. I'm sure I'm not, I'm responsible."

"No," she answered.

He shrugged and leaned back into the seat, "Fine, your lost, don't come back to me when you need a good shag."

"Fine," Olivia laughed again, "It's totally fine."

He watched her take a sip of her drink, and really studied her. She was just more than just strawberry blonde hair and fair colored long legs; she had slight imperfections like a tiny, almost invisible scar on her right knuckle, another mole on her collarbone, two dimples that weren't really parallel but close enough, a few freckles on the tip of her nose, and once again, another little mole on her right earlobe. Thin, soft, pink lips. Tiny speckles of brown littered her green eyes, making it hard to decide what colour her eyes really were. She had a birthmark, shaped like a flower, on her wrist.

"You alright, Sirius?" she asked, snapping him out of his daze.

"Sorry what?" he shook his head.

She shrugged, "Nothing, you just seemed a bit zoned out."

"I'm fine, it's just," he squinted at her, "You look amazingly familiar."

She looked back at with the same amazement, "You really don't remember me," she whispered.

James was confused, "What do you mean? Do you know me-"

He was cut off by the smack of Olivia's lips against his, urging him to move along hers. James didn't hesitate to join her. He leaned forward, making her lean back into the booth's cushion. She moaned and bit his lip, tugging on his arm with one hand and his hair with the other.

He was so consumed in the kiss he whimpered a bit when she pulled. He was so consumed in the kiss, he hadn't noticed she scribbled something on his arm. He didn't think of it until she leaned towards his ear, whispered, "I know you James Sirius Potter," and stood up from her seat, grab her bottle and leave the booth.

Before James could follow her out, her black bag had popped out of nowhere on her arm and she sauntered out of his view.

James watched, completely bewildered, sitting alone in his booth.

~~O~~

"And she was gone. Poof," he told Rose, Roxanne, Dominique, Scorpius and Al. His head rested on his hand, while a bottle was clutched in the other, "She left this on my arm, then left."

Angry - straight Wood. # 795/265 Bricks/stone Street

Rose cackled, "You were Jamesed," she clapped.

He scowled at her, "I've never just kissed a girl and left her hanging."

"Right. Instead, you sex her up, then leave her before she wakes. Not as bad," Rose shrugged.

Al looked at his brother, "Why do you care anyways, mate? I've never seen you so distraught over a girl. You usually would have shrugged it off by now."

James took a long sip of his drink and shook his head, "I told you. It's not a usual night. She's not usual. She's…" he pondered off, looking for the right word.

"Special?" Dominique offered.

James didn't answer, taking another long sip from his bottle.

Rose watched him. She watched his usual bright, mischievous brown eyes, become confused and bothered.

She gasped.

"You love her."

James's eyes grew wide, and he scowled at her, "No I don't! Shut up!" he yelled childishly over the music.

"Holy hippogriffs, James is in love," she repeated, "Al, owl your sister in Hogwarts! Tell her! Oh my Godric's Hollow!"

James glared at her and everyone else who was smiling.

"Will of you shut up and wipe the damned smirks off your faces!" he roared.

Al chuckled, "Oh, mums going to love this."

"Bloody hell, where's Fred and Louis. I want to get out of here now," James grumbled.

"Speaking of the devils," Roxanne smiled.

James looked up and saw his two cousins racing towards them a smug look on their faces.

"Hello, hello, hello ladies- James!" Louis gaped.

"I knew it! I knew he'd win!" Fred cursed as he caught up to Louis.

"Bloody hell!" Louis grumbled, "I was so close-"

"I didn't bloody win you wankers!" James scowled.

The two other boys stared at James, their jaws dropping.

"I won," Louis said quietly, "I won!" he said louder.

"How did I lose to Louis," Fred rambled.

James glared at them and rolled his eyes, "Bloody hell. Get the two of them to the floo. I want to go home."

Al frowned at him, "Are you really going to let this mystery girl ruin your night?"

"She might not really be a mystery," Scorpius said. His eyes were concentrated on something and his lips were pursed as if he was thinking of something.

"What're you going on about, Malfoy?" James asked.

"You said she was working on something earlier right?"

"An article for the newspaper she writes for. She's a sports journalist. Why?" James looked at him skeptically.

"Where did she put her bag, by the way, when you two went to dance?" Scorpius asked.

James thought about it, "I-I don't know."

"And she wrote Angry-straight Wood on your arm, am I correct?"

"Yes, Scorpius. Now what the hell are you getting on to?" James groaned.

"Well, she's trying to get you to decipher this… this bad penis joke," Scorpius grinned, "I'm guessing, Olivia's not really her name and that this," he pointed to his arm, "Is and she wants you to floo her."

"I'm sorry what?" James asked confused, "Floo her? She's a muggle-"

"Are you sure? Did she tell you was 100% not magical? If her bag disappeared and reappeared out of nowhere, if her bottles filled up by themselve's magically, if she knows who you are, I'm pretty sure she's a witch."

"Olivia's a witch," James mumbled.

"And she probably does write for a paper. You just caught her in the act doing it, so she couldn't lie to you and tell you otherwise. What is the most famous wizarding paper we know?" Scorpius asked.

"The Daily Prophet," James whispered.

Scorpius nodded, "She probably writes for it. Her names probably in the newspaper."

James smiled and clapped the blonde on the arm, "You. You are brilliant. I am so happy I kept you around. You, you are spectacular."

Rose turned away from Louis and Fred to look at what her two other cousins and boyfriend were up to. James had a victorious smile on his face while Al and Scorpius were smiling with him.

"What happened? James is happy already? Aww booo, I was hoping it'd last to the morning."

"You, my red head, are a meanie. But a genius for sleeping with this bloke. We need a newspaper. The Daily Prophet. I'm going to find out who Olivia really is," James declared.

Rose blinked at him, utterly confused, "Okay. Alright. I think we all had a bit to drink. We should go home now. Your flat boys?" she clapped.

"Not me," Louis said, "I've got to go. Misty's waiting for me," he grinned, "Thanks for the spending money, Rosie. Mitsy and I are going to have fun," he waved goodbye, pocketing his sack of coins.

"What's that on your arm?" Fred asked James, "Angry-straight Wood?" he laughed, "Why've you got a-"

"Bad penis joke," everyone said together.

Fred looked at all of them amused, "On your arm?"

"Long story, mate. I'll tell you on the way to the flat. Let's get going," James said, rubbing his hands together, exiting their booth, "I've got a girl to track down."