"Aunt Audrey?" James felt strange. He hardly ever went to Aunt Audrey for help. That was Aunt Hermione or Aunt Angelina.

Not Aunt Audrey.

"Yes?" Audrey replied to her nephew, feeling strange. James never came to Audrey for help. That was Hermione or Angelina.

Not Audrey.

"I think I like Rose," James mumbled. Colour flooded Audrey's face.

"James Sirius Potter!" She yelled. James winced.

"Rose Monty, I mean. She's a girl at my muggle school," James explained, stumbling back. Audrey's expression softened.

"Oh," She said quietly, "Why are you telling me?"

"Aunt Hermione is good with work, but… she'd get angry for me liking someone at this age. And Aunt Angelina would tell everybody and I'd never hear the end of it," James explained. Audrey nodded.

"So," She smiled, "Does she like you?"

"No!" James whined, "I've tried everything! Witty, Charming, smart, stupid, sporty, the likes,"
"Maybe…" Audrey laughed, "You could try being yourself?"
"Corny," James said, going red.

"No. An oldie, but a goodie," Audrey grinned. James went redder.

"Bye. And thanks," He mumbled to his shoes. Audrey patted the ten year old's back.

"Righto, then. Bye," Audrey winked as James left her house via floo powder.