This girl was, well, interesting. Jesse didn't like thinking of all girls that way, but it always seemed to turn out so. She was difficult, just as Charmaine in Honeyduke's had been - not embarrassed by her dress, not embarrassed for sending a letter to her folks, not embarrassed whatsoever. Jesse smiled again, feeling the sun's increasing heat. This time, though, it was accompanied by a brisk October wind that ruffled his hair and made him wish he'd brought a sweatshirt up here. The girl laughed at Jesse's mockery of his mother, and he shrugged amiably - she had sounded quite like that the last day before Hogwarts. Yelling at him, asking if this thing was in the right place, questioning Jesse's packing skills, telling him to get good marks, attend classes, and write. So far, he'd done everything that she possibly could have asked for - what with friends, classes, and his family, he hadn't had time for mischief and adventures. Glancing back at the girl that he'd met in Herbology, he saw that her laugh had faded and that she was ready to speak. He quieted down obediently, wanting to hear her words."Parents can be such a pain, can't they?"
Jesse nodded very seriusly, up once and down once. After a moment of silence, he cracked a smile, and began to laugh softly. "Yeah,"
he responded, waiting a second before going on. "My mum, honestly..."
His voice trailed off, as she probably wouldn't want to hear what he had to say about his mum. Smiling again, he waited for another response. Thankfully, as he was having a time of containing his laughter, she spoke again: "Well... I suppose I should get back to the common room before anyone else sees me like this."
Nodding and again struggling to not laugh, Jesse thought of offering to go with her, but rolled his eyes at himself, puzzled that he'd even thought of that. What would he look like if seen walking down to the Gryffindor Common Room with a girl in fuzzy pink pajamas and bunny slippers. He didn't even want to think about it, so instead he looked back at the girl, remembering that he was in his own house.
However, her next words mortified his insides. "Would you like to walk with me? Or do you have something else to do?"
His guts felt like they were twisted into a knot, and he forced a smile as he mock considered her question. If she had simply asked 'Would you like to walk', then he could have just responded 'no thanks'. But that stupid
moral compass of his. Lying wasn't good, but it could certainly get you out of some tight spots if used correctly. Unfortunately, Jesse seemed to be physically opposed to this untruthful tongue, and so the second part of her question forced him to accept. "Erm... Sure. Gryffindor, right?"
He hoped against hope that this was a correct assumption, because it would be even more petrifying to walk all the way across the castle, or downstairs to the Slytherin Common Room. Jesse didn't know where the Hufflepuff Common Room was, but he had a feeling that would be bad too. However, it didn't look like there was a choice to the matter. He stood up, brushing collecting dust off his day-old robes. Wherever she'd go, he'd reluctantly follow. Until, of course, they got back to the Common Room. Then he was going straight back to bed.
Sorry if it's not very good - I have a bit of a block at the moment.