Her name was Jessica Smith, and she was Harry Potter's cousin on the Potter side. Her Mother, you see, was James Potter's sister, Mary. She had long black hair and gray eyes. Jessica's father was an American Muggle, and neither of her parents ever remembered she existed unless she was in trouble. Maybe that's why she was so hell-bent on breaking rules and causing mischief and mayhem.
She was in Gryffindor—pulling off all the stuff she did called for a LOT of guts. She and Peeves got along well enough—at least when they weren't trying to outdo each other at wreaking havoc.
When she entered the Teacher's lounge to do her detention that Friday, she decided that whatever she had to do for punishment was well worth all the trouble she'd gotten into. The last five days had been the best in her life.
Oh, the memories…
