The Tale of Jamie Devereaux

We Should Burn Something Down

Chapter Seventeen: We Should Burn Something Down

Cedric Diggory and Jamie Devereaux Bruce sat in the Hogwarts Express together on their way to their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Cedric was scarfing down another brownie courtesy of Loren Bruce when he caught a glimpse of Cho Chang through the window of the compartment. The piece of brownie caught in his throat at the sight of the pretty Ravenclaw and he began chocking, spewing small pieces of brownie. Jamie made a face of disgust at the sight of the food in his mouth. "Ew."

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Cedric wheezed, still coughing slightly from his near fatal choke.

The blonde across from him rolled her eyes, "So dramatic." Jamie then stood from her seat and pushed open the compartment door, leaning her head into the hall of the train, "Cho!" She called to the Ravenclaw girl, with whom she had never spoken.

Cho Chang jumped slightly and turned to look at Jamie with a quizzical and confused fact. "Hi, Jamie. Have a good summer?"

Jamie nodded, "It was brilliant." The lie was quick and easy, and surely one she would have to tell often throughout the next week or two, "I heard you were at the Quidditch World Cup this summer, too." When Cho nodded Jamie pressed on, "I loved it but Cedric will not stop talking about that seeker move that Victor Krum did. I do not think I can stand another minute of his rambling. Could you entertain the man for just a few moments? I'll get you something from the lunch cart in return!" Jamie gave Cho here winning smile accompanied with two deep dimples.

Cho blushed at the idea of sitting with Cedric and agreed, eager to talk about Victor Krum's talents. "I was just going to grab a pumpkin pastie." Cho said, half way into the compartment where a shocked and blushing Cedric Diggory sat, brushing brownie crumbs off of his robes and face hastily.

"Consider it on me." Jamie Devereaux said, looking at Cedric with bemusement before heading toward the cart, planning on giving her best friend about ten minutes with his crush until she joined them.

As the blonde witch passed by compartments she heard the drawling voice of Draco Malfoy, an insufferable fourth year that often harassed Ron, Hermione, and Harry. Which was exactly what the Malfoy boy was doing in that moment. "Look at this!" Malfoy shouted in ecstasy and was holding up a very ugly red robe. It was covered in ruffles and looked like it belonged to someone who was at least two hundred years old. "Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you?" Draco asked.

Jamie Devereaux interrupted his taunting, "Ron is that yours?"

Ron Weasley was blushing furiously at the fact that the beautiful witch had seen his embarrassing, second-hand robes. Malfoy was smiling even more viciously, hoping that Jamie Devereaux would join in his taunting. The silver-haired witch plastered on a wide, admiring smile, "You're going to look dashing in them, Ron. I am always saying that real men wear the more traditional robes." To truly sell it, Jamie reached out a small hand and lightly touched one of the ruffles with a sigh, "I do hope more people will wear robes like this."

"I'll get some!" Malfoy offered, "I bet my mother would send me some tomorrow if I asked." Crabbe and Goyle also started stumbling on their words, telling Jamie they would order a pair, if she truly thought they were great.

Jamie gave a cheeky smile and winked at Hermione before turning back to Ron Weasley, "I cannot wait to see you in them."

Ron simply stared at Jamie Devereaux as she left, his mouth opened wide and moving slowly in disbelief. Hermione forcefully hit his arm, bringing him back to the compartment with her and Harry. Malfoy and his goonies had left, most likely to write urgent letters home about their new need for old dress robes. Ron turned to Harry with an eager look in his eyes, "D'you think she fancies me? Jamie?"