Andromeda was in the last place you'd ever see her alone. On the quidditch pitch. No, she never has played the sport, nor does she want to. It'd give her sister a reason to knock her off her broom. But she didn like to watch it. I mean, if you grow up with the richest family, you get to go to mostly all of the Quidditch World Cups, though this year she didn't go. Oh well.

Andromeda had a book a with her that she was reading, of course shesitting in the stands. Not like it was new or anything. She loved books, she just didn't like carrying them. Irony, sweet, sweet irony.

She was reading a muggle book called Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.The book made her chuckle. Oh the imagination of the muggles. Andromeda just loved it, and this is why she took muggle studies.

Being holed up in a dusty and unused classroom was a pleasurable pursuit only for geeks that cringed at the thought of coming in contact with actual human beings or who avoided sunlight like the plague. These students were often the subject of many vampire rumours that circulated around the school from time to time. One James Potter was not the subject of such rumours. He was also not a geek. Then why was it that he was sitting in an unused classroom, with the door closed and coughing occasionally as the dust slowly coated the inside of his lungs.

One could conclude that James Potter was either under a spell or perhaps had taken a bludger to the head during Quidditch practise. None of these, however, were true. James Potter, after being unable to find his fellow marauders, was passing some time, figuring out a prank that had recently taken seed inside his head. It was ingeniously simple. He had found a spell just yesterday that changed whatever someone said to whatever the spell caster desired. And the funny part was that the person talking would not be aware that their words were changed.

James could just imagine the look on Snape’s face when he muttered hello to his slimy friends and the words uttered were, “Mulciber, you left your panties in my bed last night.” Wouldn’t that be quite the enlightening way to start a conversation. However, someone like him could only take sitting in unused classrooms in small doses and soon enough, James was packing up the quill, book and parchment he had with him. With a quick shrinking spell, he’d made them small enough to stow away in a pocket of his cloak.

He had been out flying earlier and his broom was already down at the shed near the changing rooms. Deciding to go out for another quick fly before he dealt with anything else, James trudged down the empty corridor of the second floor and soon enough, he was pushing open the Entrance Doors. The fresh air engulfed him as he stepped onto the rough stone path that led to the Quidditch Pitch. He was about to turn onto the path that led to the shed when he spotted someone on the pitch. Curiosity arisen, he moved towards the figure. It appeared to be a chit.

“Black?”

Andromeda was absorbed in her own little world of reading. She did this quite often and it was rather wuite pleasent. It gave her a chance to escape reality, though she wished she could just tweek a bit. It seemed reading lately was the only way to her to pass time, and actually have a good time. Though being were civilivation was not was a whole new level, and one she was begining to grow rather fond of.

Andromeda was avoiding people it seemed today. It was a Saturday, she was free, and the last sthing she wanted to do was work. People would never expect her to come to the quidditch pitch to read, but that was the type of person Andromeda was. Expectations had no effect on her.

“Black?”

Andromeda glanced up from her interesting book. Either it was someone who knew her, or someone who didn't know her and thought she was bellatrix. Either way, she was goign to say something. "Yes?" She asked, marking her page with a peice or parchment.

Well, well, well. If it was one of the Black sisters. An unexpected grin took James by surprise as he crossed the last few steps towards the bird, and took a seat next to her. Uninvited of course. But then, when had he ever been known to pay attention to such minor etiquette details? She was reading. A wasteful way to pass time, especially when you were in the vicinity of a bloke like him. It just wasn’t possible to concentrate.

It was just as well that this was Andromeda. Sirius had told him about her. She was one of the only Blacks to rebel against shagging her cousin and blasting damned holes in muggles. Seemed like a nice chit. A breeze had picked up and was a brilliant addition to the humid day that it was.

Perhaps an awkward silence might ensue. He hadn’t exactly been the best of mates with Andromeda. In fact, now that he thought about it, he’d only said an occasional hello to her in the halls, and that was when he was accompanying Sirius and it was only courteous to greet her.

“Hello."

Maybe she had noticed the delayed reply and thought him mentally deficient. But then, who could possibly think that about James Potter? Mastermind and one of the few legendary pranksters the castle had ever seen? No, she probably had not even noticed the delay in the reply.

Andromeda seemed a bit dissapointed at who had said her last name. It was no one in her house. Oh well, that was life. She actually would have thought someone was looking for her. Her mind was apparently jacked up today. Andromeda hated those days without realizing it. People who could get into her mind would most likely think she was mental. She wasn't but her family was.

The face of the man before her seemed very familiar. It looked like one of Sirius' friends, and probably was. Then she realized it was James Potter. Andromeda remembered when her cousin first talked of him, it was around Christmas. But that's something for another time.

“Hello."

"Hello," Andromeda back, reopening her book as the man she knew to be James Potter sat down beside her. "Your James Potter, right?"