James Dubois. Princes were usually more trouble than they were worth to tango with, but James was so dang cute. He was also hilarious and though she would never admit to that outloud, funny outweighed cute big time. He was almost always on her âtop hottest guysâ in the castle lists, which is why sheâd do something dumb like âstudyâ with him in the first place. She didnât need to do well in school, she didnât need to study even when it was fun sometimes - what was more fun was time with Hogwartâs top hotties, so when she skipped up to the couches in the common room all cute with braids in her hair and makeup that made her lashes actually visible, her feet screeched to a halt at the sight of him. Then she burst out into raucous laughter.
His eye was the first thing that caught her attention. Sheâd seen lots of swollen eyes before, the dudes in her clan played rough, but seeing one on such a hot face was wild. âHoly shit, what happened to you?â she said as she approached, dropping the books sheâd brought onto the ground in order to reach out and gently touch where the bruise met his regular cheek skin. âDid you prank the wrong person? Or no, wait, let me guess.â She took another look at him and wrinkled her nose at the lack of eyebrows and the blonde hair. âExtreme Homely Makeover?â She cracked up at her own pun and crashed onto the seat next to him, unable to take her eyes off the mess. âWhatever it is, Iâve fixed black eyes and no brows before, so youâre just a wand wave away from frog back to prince. The blonde hair though, you might be on your one. It isnâtâŚawful, actually,â she said reluctantly, already used to it in spite of herself.
âReally? I paid a third year to punch me and all I getâs laughing?â Jimmy asked her, giving her an exaggerated pout. Her hand on his face was cool and made him shiver a little bit; it was more tender than heâd expected it to be. âI mean, it was partially a bucket list thing, no oneâs ever dared touch a face this beautiful before and I was getting bored of using ânever have I ever had a black eyeâ when I was playing that game, but still. Not even a shriek? Or a single tear about how my hotness went down the drain?â It seemed that all of Jimmyâs pranks were underwhelming lately, and he wished he had some kind of guide to how to be as epic as the Weasley twins, or the Marauders, or hell, even as epic as Peeves. He seemed to be on a major losing streak at the moment, and he teased Mindy about it, running a hand through his hair and saying, âWow, and now you dig me more as Ramen noodle Timberlake? Kick a guy while heâs down, why donât you.â Jimmy considered her offer for a second, then shook his head. âSince youâre not scared of me looking like this, who might be? I donât wanna have gone to all this trouble for nothing.â