Okay, do I seriously need to introduce myself? Everyone knows who I am already! Hmpf. Okay, well then. James Sirius Potter is the name. Sixteen. Sixth year Gryffindor ("Honestly, what else would it've been?"). I'm awesome, obviously. I kick ass at Quidditch ("Not surprising either. I mean, I'm the son of Ginny Potter, who played for the Harpies, and Harry Potter, who was a Seeker himself!"). I have a younger brother, Al, who is a fourth year Ravenclaw, and a younger sister, Lily, who's a second year Gryffindor like myself. We've always known Al was the oddball in the family. Anyway. I have a huge bunch of friends ("I mean, who would't want to be friends with me?"). I am decent at school. Have no problems whatsover with anyone. Or well, I do have a problem, but that's not something you'd put in an introduction, is it? Moving on... I have an owl, but it's more for convenience than anything else... and I think that's about it. But honestly, I'm awesome. If you want to know more, just hang out with me, okay? So now we move on.

As already established, I was indeed having a problem. Now problems did not occur often for people like me. I had parents who could solve said problems, if they already occurred, and otherwise the problems would be adjusted so that they suited me and were no longer a problem. It was as easy as that. Even still, when I had a problem, I tended not to go to people I barely knew, but as some of my friends had pointed out, Meghan was a good listener and I reckoned that if she was a good listener, she probably also was good at solving problems, and if listening didn't conjure in the problemsolving thing, there was also the fact that she was a Ravenclaw, and therefore would probably easily find a solution to said problem. I am rambling, aren't I? Well, so be it.

In any case, I was having a problem, and when I had found Meghan and told her I had a problem, I wasn't particularly pleased that she was gaping at me like it was the stupidest thing she ever heard. Granted, it kind of was, when it came to me, anyway, but I was kind of annoyed I didn't get a decent reaction out of her."You have a problem." It was the first thing that came out of her mouth and I did my best not to roll my eyes. Were all Ravenclaws such dimwits like my brother? It must be. And then they said that it was the smart House...

"Yes, I have a problem." I was hoping I didn't have to spell it out for her. She was a Ravenclaw, hopefully she'd understand that I needed her help solving it all?

"Right. And the problem is?" Well, that was a better answer than I had expected. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. But the problem... I didn't know if I dared to speak it out loud, because it was so insane. So... not me, that I didn't want anyone else to find out. But still. I was James Potter. I was a Gryffindor. I had sought Meghan out and I had to get on with it. Otherwise, what kind of Gryffindor would I be? A lousy one, and I was not a lousy Gryffindor, because I was James Potter and lousy was not a word that appeared in my vocabulary.

"Okay, so, he'res the thing," I started, leaning against the wall and stealing myself for something that would not be pleasant. "I really like a girl." You might think: what's the problem with that? The problem was that I had never liked a girl like this before and I had no way to impress her. Or, well, I had, because she was a Muggleborn, but seeing as I wasn't doing all too well in Muggle Studies, I also needed help with that.

"Congratulations," which was the response that came from Meghan before she obviously wanted to return to her probably godawful book, was only not the one I expected.

"Why are you congratulating me?" I asked, confused, as I stared down at the brown-haired girl. I did my best not to make an annoyed sound as she rolled her eyes.

"Well, I don't see what's so bad about liking someone. Is she gay? Unavailable? Not interested at all? A ghost? A familymember? Because in that case, you're obviously screwed, but other than that, I don't see how I can help you in any case." I pulled a face at those words.

"...Seriously, if I'm right about any of those, I really don't get how and why I should help you out." This might not at all have been flattering and if anyone asks about this, I will vehemently deny it, but here's what happened.

"What? Are you kidding- You think she might be gay? Or that – what makes you even think I'd fall for someone from my family? Or, a... a ghost? I'm sorry, but Myrtle is way too emotionally disturbed and, no offense to your House, but the Grey Lady is boring and... Merlin, they're ghosts, Meghan! How... why... what makes it even possible that you even... Just, what?!" I started spluttering. Not very manly, I know, and I will forever deny this happened, and of course, Meghan's reaction didn't make it better in the least. Why had I asked for her help again?

"Well, you wouldn't be the first one to have a crush on either of them. Had to rule out the possibility." I gaped at her, as she merely shrugged and had a tiny little smirk on her face. She was horrible.

"Okay. Never mind that. Do not want to know. Point is. As far as I know, she's not gay. I thought she wasn't unavailable. She's not a ghost." I shuddered at that thought. "And of course she knows I exist. I mean, who doesn't?" I mean, look at me, I'm James Potter. There couldn't be anyone who didn't know -

"My parents don't." I glared at her, knowing full well she was a Muggleborn, but also quite bummed she, or her brother, hadn't told them about the awesomeness that was me.

"Well, you asked." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway. She's a Muggleborn, and, I know, I know, don't get your hopes up, it isn't you."

"Great way to boost a girls ego, Potter," she interrupted me. I glared at her again, but ignored her comment and ploughed on. "And seeing as you're a Muggleborn, I was hoping... especially seeing as I am kind of failing at Muggle Studies and I don't want to ask aunt Hermione for help, you could help me get up my grade so I can start impressing her with everything I know about her world." It sounded like a perfect plan. At least in my eyes.

"And what am I getting in return?" Stupid Ravenclaws. Why wasn't she in Hufflepuffs? They would've helped me without a hitch. If I went on like the way I was going, there was a possibility of Meghan trying to punch my face, and even though my reflexes we're probably better than hers, I did not want to risk anyone hurting my face in a way that went beyond Quidditch, where everyone could hear how awesome I was during the game and how I did not deserve it. Or how well I was playing on like the soldier I am. A card I absolutely could not play right now.

"I'll think about that." Meghan seemed to contemplate this, and I crossed my fingers behind my back. Not that I'm superstitious or anything.

"Fine. I'll help you out. But I cannot, under any circumstances, guarantee it will work. At all. It might fire back. So you have been warned, big time." I nodded, glad she was willing to help me out. This was after all gonna work out. I just needed to find out how exactly I wanted to impress her with my Muggle worldly knowledge. And maybe boost my grade up too. An A was not going to cut it.

"I'll find you later on to work on it!" I said, before turning on my heels and sprinting back inside. After all, jumping in was probably a guarantee of failure. And James Potter would not fail.