Disclaimer: We don't own Harry Potter. We're only... borrowing it. So, yeah, we have to give credit to J.K. Rowling - the awesomest woman ever. We also have to give credit to Miss Congeniality 2... I don't really remember why, but Brittany told me to. So... yeah, something in this story belongs to Miss Congeniality 2. We also have to give credit to ourselves. After all, we created these wonderful characters. Lol. Brittany, or Britain as she is sometimes called, came up with the idea to do something like this, so extra-credit to her. Let's see... oh yeah, the title: Olive Juice is something I got from a movie or a book or something. It doesn't have any significance as of now, but it will in the future.

Authors' Notes: Wooo! I'm Liz, and my partner is Brittany. Ok, partner makes her sound... I don't know. We wrote this together. We created the characters, Random and Jyllian, and we each portray one of them. However, I'm not allowed to tell you who. When ever you see "---:name:---" it means that it's changing the POV of the character. For example, if you saw, ---:Random:---, that would mean that that segment is from Random's eyes. It's pretty obvious, though. Well, have fun reading! Reviews are always nice as well...

Olive Juice

Chapter One: Introductions

---:Random:---

Ah, another year at Hogwarts about to start. I can the smell the new blood the innocent little first years. I almost feel badly for them. Then I realize that I don't really care. They have me as their fabulous Head Boy, so they should be fine, with such a wonderful person to look at anytime them want. Me, Random Halid, Head Boy. It has a nice ring… I wonder who the Head Girl will be. I hope it's that hot Ravenclaw chick.

"Hey, Halid, how did things go with Nikki over the summer?" my friend Kemp asked me, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I shook my head, ignoring his question. Kemp knew I had broken up with Nikki during the summer because I just couldn't stand how clingy she was. My other friend, Zeke, was laughing as Kemp smirked at me. Kemp Toal and Ezekiel (Zeke) Garnier (Yes, like the shampoo) have been my two best friends since we were kids. All of us grew up rich, smart, and extremely good looking. Zeke's entire family is French, but they live in England because of Mr. Garnier's occupation. Ever since we were little Kemp has called Zeke Pierre because he is French. Zeke stopped caring a long time ago.

The compartment door opened and several more people (all girls) came into our compartment. I recognized all of them, but didn't care to talk to them because they all just wanted me to ask them out. The trouble with being so good looking, and rich. Oh well, I can just pretend that they don't exist.

"Well, I have to report to the Head's compartment to debrief the new Prefects. See you all later!" I got up from my seat when Kemp spoke.

"I always thought you were more of a boxers man, Ran. That's on yourself, too. I wasn't aware that you liked to debrief others," He smirked, knowing full well that I was completely straight. I just smiled and left the compartment, hearing Kemp work the concerned ladies, by telling them that I was actually straight, he was just joking. They began giggling. I hate it when a group of girls giggle. It is so annoying, it seems like all they ever do is giggle!

I arrive at the Head's compartment and open the door, no else is there yet. I take a seat and wait for my fellow Head and the fickle Prefects. I think the letter said something about meeting my fellow Head before starting the meeting with the Prefects…Something about Dumbledore doing the introducing if we didn't already know each other…

---:Jyllian:---

Hogwarts again. I was returning for my seventh and final year. It's time to buckle down ace my N.E.W.T.s. I walked around Platform 9 ¾ looking for Arielle or Court. I don't know how I would get through my years at Hogwarts without them. I met Arielle in first year, right before the sorting ceremony. We were both equally nervous and grateful that we were both placed in Gryffindor. Court came along in third year. I ran into her at Honeyduke's one Hogsmeade weekend. I spotted a strawberry blonde head and quickly made my way towards it.

"Arielle!" I said rather loud for my normal tone of voice which was usually just above a whisper. We hugged and made our way onto the Hogwarts Express. Court joined us not long after carrying her toad, which she had ironically named Frog. We said our "Hello's" and "How are you?'s" and started to get comfortable.

"Oh, Jyllian! Congratulations on Head Girl!" Arielle said to me, seeing the badge placed on my robes.

"Than- Oh my gosh! I have to get going! There's a meeting in the Head's compartment! See you guys later!" I said hurriedly as I rushed down the aisle toward the front of the train. This was definitely not a good first impression as Head Girl. I tried to walk undetected, but soon I ran into a group of boys that were crowding the aisle way.

"Excuse me," I said to them. "You're blocking my way."

The boys, who seemed to be sixth year Ravenclaws just looked at each other strangely. "Oh, sorry, Doll. Whatever can we do to make it up to you?" one of them asked.

"I'm Head Girl, and I can easily take points away from your house if you keep up this behavior. Now, please, move aside," I said as sternly as I could.

"Yes, my queen," the boy replied as he stepped into one of the side compartments with a slight bow.

Ugh. I hate boys. What is the purpose in the world, anyway? Oh well… nothing I can do about it now, I guess. I made my way to the Head Compartment. When I arrived, I peered inside and saw another Gryffindor boy sitting there looking bored. My eyes drifted to the Head Boy badge on his chest. Oh great. It never occurred to me that being Head Girl would mean closely interacting with the Head Boy. I sighed and took my seat opposite him, not saying a word.

---:Random:---

My eyes slid to the door as it opened. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This girl was totally hot. How had I missed someone like that? She had dark brown and grey eyes. Wow, eyes...I mean...wow. She sat down across from me. Her eyes darted around the room. I WAS BEING IGNORED! People don't just IGNORE me. I am me. I smiled, trying to be the bigger person in my state of apparent non-existence.

"You the new Head Girl, then?" I asked, pointing to the pin button on her robes. I smiled to myself realizing where her pin was located. Stop it man, get your head out of the GUTTER! This is your fellow Head. I snapped out of it and looked at the girl in front of me. She was just staring at me stonily. I smiled to cover up my concern. I ruled the female population with my mad dating and snogging skills. I didn't just get snubbed by some chick. They all wanted me, it was just a fact of life. There is nothing that anyone can do about it. I am hot, you can't blame me for be what I am and flaunting what I know I have...Females just fell at my feet and mercy. Not that I minded...Anyways, girls died when I was around, they weren't supposed to act like they would die to get away from me. "Oooh, that look is making it cold in here. Are you the new Head Girl or not?"

---:Jyllian:---

This boy was already getting on my nerves. Are you the new Head Girl? What kind of question is that? OF COURSE I'm the new Head Girl, you moron! See the badge? See me sitting in the Head compartment? How thick could you get?

"Yeah," was all I said. His reaction was quite funny. I had been watching him while he was asking these questions. It was like he was expecting me to suddenly go wild and start snogging the living daylights out of him. I laughed at the thought. He shot me a confused look, but continued to concentrate on whatever he was concentrating on… you never know with boys. Their heads are like completely different universes! Just because I could, I decided to ask him the same absurd question. "Are you the Head Boy?" He seemed surprised that I had actually asked him a question. If I were him, I would have been surprised as well. I don't associate with people that I don't know very often. This was like a treat. For him. Not me.

---:Random:---

I smiled. The formless rock (okay, not so formless) had spoken. Maybe she wasn't a rock after all... She just asked if I'm the Head Boy. What does she think? I'm the entertainment? Of course not. They would only let someone as good looking as me BE Head Boy. Crazy, (hot) mental chick. I gave her my best smile.

"Yup, I'm the new Head Boy. See the pin?" I pointed. She just looked unimpressed, but I smiled at her anyways. I wonder how long it would take me to get this girl to go out with me...I should try that. Oh, new challenge for the dating MACHINE! How fun would it be to try and date a girl who obviously hates your guts. She has to know who I am, though, because we are in the same house. I see that Gryffindor patch. "So what's your name?"

She just looked at me for a few seconds before replying cuttingly, "Jyllian Lamm." Lamb? Like the animal? I'll have to ask. That's kinda funny. Maybe they are descended from crazy Lamb-people. No bad Random. That's not nice. BUT SO FUNNY!

"That's a nice name. Is it like the animal, or is it different?" I asked innocently, making my eyes larger.

---:Jyllian:---

I glared at him. This guy had some nerve. First, annoy me until I talk to him, ask stupid question, and then insult my name? Ugh! This year is not going to be as good as I thought.

"It's pronounced like the animal, yes, but it's spelled differently, if you must know," I replied. I don't know why I even said anything. I suppose I thought that if I go along with whatever he's playing at, he'll leave me alone. That's all I want from him. Then, I can just go back to the girls' dorms in the Gryf- oh crap. I had completely forgotten about the Head's common room. Oh no. No, no, no… Now, I won't have to put up with him just at Head's meetings, but ALL THE TIME. I'll have sleep knowing he's just across the hall. I'll have to share a bathroom with him! This is going to be the year from hell. I might as well try and be civil. "And you are?" I asked.

He got this smug look on his face and replied with, "Random Halid. Gryffindor." He held his hand out as if I was actually supposed to make contact with him. What kind of name is Random, anyway? I just kind of gave his hand a dirty look and crossed my arms across my chest. Maybe I was just being really touchy today, but everything he did seemed to just annoy the crap out of me. Even if he made a slight glance in my direction, I felt like ripping his eyeballs out. I sighed and reluctantly took his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I suppose."

---:Random:---

"Nice to meet you, too."I smiled at her, trying to keep up the nice-guy act. As soon as she had shaken my hand she let go of it like it was a disease or something. I happen to know that my hands are not disease infested. Mainly because I have this thing were I was them when I use the restroom and before and after meals. I also shower every morning. I'm not afraid of germs, but I don't mind being clean. Anyways, I don't know what else to say. Maybe I should ask her about her summer. That's always a good topic. Not too deep, nothing bad I have to try and be nice about. Everyone always just says, "fine" or "good" anyways.

"How was your summer?" I smiled, charmingly. I know what I'm doing right here could get me every girl in school in a broom closet ready to do anything I wanted. Except maybe this one...

---:Jyllian:---

Ok, I'll give him credit for this one. It's not an absurd question. It's a reasonable question, I suppose. For example, I would have no trouble asking this question to Arielle or Court. But, I ask, why does he care? He hardly even knows me, and I don't know about him, but I'm not too keen on becoming best friends with this… this… thing! Ok, I get this whole 'Let's be civil because we're going to be interacting with each other this year' thing we've both got going on, so I'll play along. But I'm not doing anything more than that.

I shrugged. "It was alright, I suppose. My brother finally got his Apparating License. All I heard all day was 'Pop'. It got quite annoying after awhile, but other than that, I had a fairly delightful time." Ha ha, this was so not me. Using words like "quite" and "delightful" – Maybe if I repel him with my advanced language skills, he'll discover that I'm much too smart for him and leave me alone. Hey, it's worth a shot. "How was yours?" I asked, once again trying to be polite.

---:Random:---

I laughed at her telling of how her brother can now Apparate, but oh. my. god. This is perfect. This girl is smart. I love smart girls. They know what they are doing AND they can help you with your homework. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the ceiling of the compartment.

"Well nothing terribly exciting happened to me either. My family went to France with all of my friends families. That was awesome. We had a great time. They said there were hot girls in France, but I think there are better ones here in England," as I finished I looked at her and cocked my eyebrow. I closed my eyes and turned my head back up the ceiling. That was really subtle Halid. NOT. I don't know that she got it though. This Jyllian Lamm girl seems kind of oblivious. Maybe it's because she is so busy with glaring at me that she can't focus on much else. I mean it does involve me, so I can totally see how she would get caught up. Still though, I know she is intelligent, so her brain has to be bigger than that. "Anyways, my mom threw a lot of parties because my older sister is getting married to a famous musician. He's in a band called Evolution Explosion. They have become big in Muggle and Magical worlds. They are wizards though. I really hate big parties because I'm expected to know every one of the guests, you know?" Did you all see that? It was my attempt at getting her in the conversation. I think I am being a very good gentleman right now.

---:Jyllian:---

I have to admit, his family sounds interesting. It's not everyday you meet someone who's older sister is getting married to a rock star. Did he think that I didn't know who Evolution Explosion was? My goodness, this boy was thick. I might be impressed… if I cared. But at the moment I don't. I shot him a weird face and looked at him up and down. He was a typical boy. Full of himself and his appearance. He was extremely tall, at least six foot four inches, and had short hair in a deep shade of brown with hazel eyes to match. If he wasn't horribly arrogant, he might be attractive. Looks like he missed that train!

His summer didn't particularly interest me. I was just asking because it was the right thing to do. I was expecting the typical male response of "Fine" – maybe my advanced vocabulary made him think he had to impress me by giving me this detailed description of his summer, when I really don't care. I shrugged and looked out the window.

He cleared his throat as if he was trying to get my attention. I leaned forward to get a better look into his eyes. They were dark blue around the edges with green specs near the middle. I smiled. He had nice eyes. But maybe staring into them wasn't such a good idea…

---:Random:---

I grinned, leaning in too. I caught her. She was totally staring at me. My eyes to be exact. I happened to know that my eyes are the most brilliant shade of...hazel…l I know that's not really a shade, but allow me to explain. My eyes are combination of my parents. Dark blue on the outside (like my dad's) with flecks of green in the middle (like my mom's). My parents make a smashing couple. Both are tremendously good looking. They are funny, too. By the way, what do good looking parents make? Good looking offspring. Which is exactly what they have.

"So when are we going to have our Prefects meeting?"

---:Jyllian:---

As soon as he leaned in, I realized that it definitely wasn't a good idea. He probably thinks I'm in love with him now. Great. No, I just wanted to inspect his unusual eyes. Is there something wrong with that? Then he brings up the Prefects. I was just going to bring them up myself. Where were the little mutants? Why weren't there here, yet? Surely, it had been at least an hour. An hour of agonizing pain – stuck alone in a compartment with this little, well, okay, he wasn't little in the sense that he was almost a foot taller than me, but I bet his brain is little! Surely we're nearly there. I don't think I can stand it much longer.

"They should be here any moment now, don't you think?" I replied. I glanced expectantly toward the door. I hoped to see a bunch of fifth and sixth years standing there waiting to be let in. As soon as the Head Boy and I finished up our "business". I had no luck, however. The doorway was empty and deserted. Nobody dared to wander to the front of the train. Where are those dang Prefects? If they're going to have that position, they need not to abuse it and be on time! "So, Random," I started, trying to make conversation. I suppose he wasn't that bad. I just didn't want him to show up everywhere I went. A simple conversation couldn't hurt that, could it? "You weren't a Prefect last year. Wasn't Ezekiel Garnier the male Gryffindor prefect?" she asked, growing anxious.

---:Random:---

She just HAD to be bring that one up! Good thing for me Zeke-y boy doesn't care. He's glad to be rid of the patrols. I've never done them before and would have greatly enjoyed just cruisin' through Hogwarts without any of that patrolling business. I'm a growing boy and I need my sleep. Zekiel would have made a much better Head Boy. He's the least player-ish and he actually follows the rules. Law abiding Zeke-y. Gotta love 'im. I notice however that I like the way she says my name. Random. I have a very unusual name and the way she says it...let's just keep it PG and suffice to say I like it, okay?

"Oh, yeah, Zeke was the Prefect. I don't know why I'm Head Boy. He probably would have made a better Head Boy. He is the...how do I put this...grounded," yes, good job Ranny, my boy. I smirked at the girl in front of me. She will never expect the question I am preparing to ask. Let's see her weasel her way out of this one. Cunning little thing she is if she can get out of this one gracefully. She does seem like she would be graceful though. She has long legs. Legs... BAD RANDOM! Don't think like that. Oh, I just remembered. Hehehe. We have to share the Heads Commons. This will be fun. Again I shook myself out of it and met her eyes, "Would you have prefered Ezekiel?"

---:Jyllian:---

"Would I have preferred Ezekiel?" I asked. Oh, crap. That wasn't supposed to be out loud! Oh, nice going, Jyll. Now he's gonna think you're a freak! But, wait… I don't care. I don't care what he thinks of me. He's an idiot, remember? He turned the tables on you! He's a git. He needs to die. Yes, that's it.

"Yes, that's what I said: would you have preferred Ezekiel?" he repeated slower, as if I didn't hear him correctly the first time. I glared inwardly at him.

"Well, I don't know. I don't exactly know much about you. Sure, Ezekiel was a nice boy. He was polite, intelligent, and witty at times… but then again, the only things I know about you are that your name is Random Halid, you're in Gryffindor, and your sister is marrying a rock star," I replied matter-of-factly. I think I handled that one pretty well. I shrugged to myself. I hope he bought it because the truth is: I would have chosen Ezekiel over him any day. Ezekiel didn't ask stupid questions, and he helped me out with homework once in a while. Judging from this guy, the only subject he could help me with was possibly lunch, but he was so thin, I doubt he even excelled in that.

---:Random:---

Okay, this chick totally digs Zeke. I'll have to tell him he has an admirer. No, I can't do that. This girl is supposed to fall in love with ME! Not my best friend. This girl does actually have a brain. I can't just have my way with her. If I do get her to fall for me, it will take commitment... I ask myself. Can I do that? I looked up at her. Her grey eyes glared back in what I'm assuming is repulsion. To tell the truth...I think this is hurt. It…hurts that she is so hostile. Maybe it's because I'm used to getting exactly what I want when it comes to girls... That's probably what it is, but still I think I'm jealous that she might like my best friend. There is not telling that she actually does, but I don't want her to.

I will make this girl mine.

Okay, I'm done being weird and depressing now. I don't like that kind of thinking. It isn't fun. I like my perversion. It makes life more interesting. I guess if I want to make Jyllian mine I've got to be... less arrogant... Man, that will be hard. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous! I am an awesome kisser too, how could she not already be screaming, "TAKE ME!"? I just don't understand... I guess I will just have to be nicer and talk to her. I hear talking outside the door.

"Well, I think our little Prefects have arrived."

---:Jyllian:---

Thank God! Took them long enough. As much as I utterly enjoy talking to this wonderful young gentleman (NOT), they better get their butts in here, so we can start. I sighed a sigh of relief.

"Come on in," I said to the students outside. They started flooding in like mice to cheese. I'm guessing they wanted the meeting to be over with as well. I glanced over at Random, and he seemed to be in deep thought. Pfft! Deep thought. I'll give you one guess as to what he's thinking about? Typical boy things, I suppose… but why do I care what he's thinking about? No! I care about the Prefects. The Prefects need to be told what to do. I've been through this before. I took a deep breath and started telling the new Prefects about their duties. Every so often, I stole a glance at Random. Who was just sitting there. Staring into space. He seemed to do that a lot.

"Do you have anything you'd like to add, Random?" I asked. I saw him shake his head in return, so I turned back to the students. "Well, if you have any questions, I'm the Head Girl, Jyllian Lamm, and Random Halid is the Head Boy. We're both Gryffindors. Thank you, and have a good day." I wouldn't be surprised if I was more eager to get out of that compartment than they were, but I let them go before me. Some of them weren't moving. They were sitting where my previous seat had been. There were people on either side of my co-Head, and when I turned to find a place to sit, the small mousy blonde boy that was seated on his right side, scooted over a bit to make room for me between him and Random. What was he trying to do? Little idiot. I've got my eye on you. I looked around nervously before sitting down next to the brunette boy with the Head Boy badge on his chest. As I sat down, my right leg brushed against his, but I ignored it. He, however, turned his head immediately to face me.

---:Random:---

Oh yay, I don't have to do anything. Wow, that painting over there is very strange and kind of kinky...I wonder who would put that in a place with children around... Horny Bastard. Oh wait, that's you, you idiot. So? I enjoy myself. Wait, Jyllian just asked me a question. If I had anything to add. I don't. I just shake my head. Why is that kid scooting over? Everyone in this world seems to think that I smell or something. I AM NOT INFECTED! Oh, he's making room for Lamm. Her leg just brushed mine. I look at her, completely shocked. I'm not going into small school boy mode or anything, but...

She just touched me...That sounds worse than it is. Her leg just touched mine. Maybe she doesn't like Zeke...You wish, Random. I should brush my arm against hers, just to see what happens. Maybe that electric feeling was just a fluke. Oh god...I don't think things like this about girls. Girls think things like this about me. I am the Dream Guy, the one everyone wants. I don't do the wanting. Oh well, it must be my nerves about being Head Boy because we all know how unsuitable I am for THAT job. I don't like to follow rules, and now I am expected to enforce them and guide other little rule mongers? This should be fun... Ugh.

I lean back in my chair and move my arms back so just my elbows are resting on the back of the couch. I made sure my arm brushed my co-Head's the electric feeling came back. Hmm...That's odd. I let my hand rest against her arm. She seems uncomfortable...

---:Jyllian:---

He's doing this on purpose. He's torturing me like this just to see me squirm. I bet he planned it all out with this evil little things they call Prefects. The standards sure have lowered over the last two years. When I was a fifth year, I had to work my butt off to get this position. Now, they're practically letting anybody in – like that little blonde kid who I now hate. I mean, WHY would he scoot over? I could just have easily sat on the other side of him, and… why am I making such a big deal out of this? His arm is still resting against mine. I don't think there's really any point to it being there, either. It feels like my arm is about to go numb. That's a weird feeling. It must not be getting enough circulation. I'll move it later.

Now these kids are needing to leave. They're just sitting there. I suppose I can't say anything, considering that's what I'm doing as well, but I can't talk comfortably until I'm sitting on the other bench, but I can't because the Prefects are there! I thought about yelling something like, 'Get out! Now!' but that might give them the wrong impression of me. I smiled to myself. I looked over at Random. He looked a little confused. I wonder why… wait, no I don't! Hey, Random is an interesting name… it's kind of strange, but it's interesting, no doubt… Random… it just rolls off the tongue doesn't it? It's a lovely name… What! No, what am I saying? It's not "lovely" at all. It's weird. It's outcast-ish. It's a stupid name. I took another deep breath. It's a name that shouldn't belong to someone like him.

Just then, the compartment door opened to reveal Court and Ezekiel. They were looking impatient.

"What's wrong with this cabin? Are you dead? Where have you been, Jyll?" Court asked as her normal loud-toned, fast-talking self. Why didn't I think of just leaving? I could have easily just gotten up and left, but I sat down. Next to Random. …There's something wrong with me.

---:Random:---

When the door opened and some loud chick started talking I didn't really pay attention. Zeke was in the door way, too. Maybe he made friends. This is me laughing to myself. I stood up, brushing my arm with hers again.

"Alright, Kiddos. As much as I know you'd like to spend the rest of the train trip with me and Ms. Lamm, I have an obligation to my friends. Later, Gators." I smiled at all of them, then glanced at

Lamm and quirked an eyebrow before turning and leaving. Zeke and I walked in silence for a few a while. Finally he stopped.

"What was that about?"

"What are you speaking of, Zeke-y. Just saying that is a very vague statement, which leads me to want to invoke the something "nothing". Do you really want me to do that?" I smirked at him, as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. We continued walking.

"I mean that look you gave that girl. What's her name, Jyllian? I think I've helped her on something once... I don't remember what, but what was that look?" He looked at the ground for a minute before turning his icy blue stare on me. He could tell what that look meant. Zeke didn't have to have ask anymore. I'd been giving girls that look since I was...12? Mostly it meant I wanted into their pants, but I'm not entirely positive that's what it meant in this situation. I guess I was challenging her. To what? I'm not entirely positive.

"I was challenging her to God knows what. I've liked a lot of girls, but I don't know...I think I might actually like this one. I may just be suffering from the thrill of the chase. She can't exactly stand me...I plan on changing that," I grinned before entering the compartment that Kemp was still in. "Oh god, the Gigglers are still here aren't they?" Zeke looked pained as he nodded. We both laughed and opened the compartment door.

---:Jyllian:---

I felt so relieved when he left, I almost started singing. I followed Court out of the compartment as she led me to where she and Arielle had been seated. Right before Court opened the door, she asked, quite loudly mind you, "So, that was the new Head Boy?" I nodded in response. Now that he was gone, I didn't want to talk about him. "Hm… Random Halid, correct?" I was surprised she knew who he was.

"Yeah… but how did you know that?" I asked as I was sitting down. Arielle had now become attached to the conversation and was listening intently.

"How do you NOT know that? Jyll, he's like… the sex god of Hogwarts!" Arielle exclaimed. Right in my ear, in fact. Remind me to yell at her for that later. But on to more important matters. The sex god of Hogwarts? What is THAT supposed to mean? I didn't know there was a sex god of Hogwarts. When did this come into effect? You know what this means? It means that all year I will have to put up with him bringing girls to the room like some pompous pig. I'm sure he is a pig. He has to be a pig. The words "sex god" don't come without the word "pig" somewhere in the description. In fact, the word "male" doesn't come without "pig". He's probably been with hundreds of girls, and now… ick. I don't even want to think about it.

"So you're telling me that the person I will share a common room, not to mention bathroom, with is… is… I don't even want to say it out loud!" I asked. Someone could have told me? HE could have told me. I mean, I'm sure he'd have no problem coming out and saying, 'Hi, Jyllian. I'm Random Halid, the sex god of Hogwarts.' I know plenty of mutant spawn, also known as boys, that would yell that at the top of their lungs in the middle of the Great Hall. That idiot.

---:Random:---

Oh god, please make them go away. All they ever do is giggle. I would prefer if someone would take a very dull and rusty spoon, stick it into my ear, and proceed to gouge my ear drums out. DO THEY SHUT UP! No i'm assuming not. At least Lamm doesn't constantly giggle until i want to stab myself in the EYE! Wait. I'm not going to talk (or think since I guess that's what I'm actually doing..) about her. This is pathetic. Girls consider me a sex god and all I can think about is that Head Girl wench. Wench. Hehe. Whoever invented that word is a genius. It just describes some females so well. Wait, I think someone is trying to make contact with me...

"Huh?" I ask, looking around the compartment, trying to find who had said something to me.

"Don't you think that most of Gryffindor girls are total prudes, Ranny?" A thin blonde girl asked me. She was curling her hair around her finger. Didn't girls know how irritating that was unless the guy was the one twirling the hair? I just smiled at her, charmingly.

"Yeah, some of them are," in this situation I was thinking about a particular PRUDE-ISH WENCH! Damn, there I go again. I have a serious problem. Maybe I just need to put into affect my sex god qualities. There thousands of girls that would throw themselves at me. I mean, look at me. I'm good looking, there is no way to help it. Again, I say it: Damn. I am a mixed up individual. First I say I want to change and not be such a player for ONE girl and now I'm talking about getting a good lay? I need to have a good conversation with Kemp and Zeke, without irritating Gigglers around. Oh look, the train has stopped. Another year at Hogwarts for the best looking guy in school. What WILL this school do with me as a figure head. I mean I just look so good, poor Hogwarts.

---:Jyllian:---

My friends have serious mental problems. They actually think that Random is good looking. I mean, he has nice eyes, but I definitely wouldn't call him good looking! Well… maybe I would… if I wasn't me and I was COMPLETELY INSANE! I still don't understand the point of the male species. Well, I get the whole "we can't reproduce without them" thing, but still… Like I'm ever going to get that close to a guy. I mean, can you imagine someone like Random and I getting married? Put that image in your head! Ha! Can you actually see us standing at the top of a staircase on New Year's Eve, ten seconds before midnight. At an extravagant party hosted by our families. Can you imagine us sitting in the living room cuddled together while we watched our children start levitating blocks as they showed their first signs of magic? Can you really picture that? Can you… Oh God! What have I been doing? No, no, no, no. I'm not thinking about him. I will not let him enter my mind until after the Sorting Ceremony. I took a deep breath.

I turned to Arielle to clear my head. "Elle, what am I going to do this year? I mean, I won't be in the dorm with you guys anymore! I know I'm almost eighteen, and I should learn to fend for myself… but it's going to be lonely in the Head's common room!"

She smiled at me. I loved Arielle's smile. It was one of those smiles that could light up a room. She was definitely the life of every party. "Don't worry, Jyll. We'll come and visit you – and every Saturday, we'll have a little sleep over in Gryffindor Tower. Okay?" She made me feel a lot better, but I also felt like a toddler.

"Okay," I said in my baby-ish voice. I smiled at her and Court. We were about to start up another conversation when we felt the train come to a stop. Looks like the year is about to begin.

Authors' Notes: Hope you liked it! Stay tuned for the next installment of "Olive Juice". 33