he chuckled and then looked down at his food, "Yah well...I have a freakishly good memory," that was true. his memory was nearly photographic but Harry and Ginny had both pounded the ins and outs into his head along with his uncles.
he laughed withe her, "It will get better," he promised. he was a third year but he might as well have been a seventh year for somw things. he knew spells that were far beyond his years and who could have expected less withthe family he had. Uncle Gorge was the one who tought him the most after his father refused to teach him spells that were beyond a fourth year
"I sure hope so," she said, she liked James, he wasn't like a 3rd year at all he was matured well and was more like a 6th or 7th year by the way he acted and talked, she would never have guessed he was 2 years younger than her.
"Uh no way, i have no idea what to do when it comes to a broom, Quidditch wasn't very popular back home so i never really wanted a broom. I can see its really popular hear and kinda wish i had learned but its still fun to watch. How about you?" she asked.
he was taken in and his "hid" mentality was gone, "Well my father was seeker for his quitich match even as a first year so I think I'll try out for seeker this year." he smiled a beaming smile
"Cool," she said seeing the flinch, she knew she would hate it if it was her so she kept it light, "Whats it like, haveing a dad like that," she asked offhandedly.
somehting splashed and QUaits pumpkin juice spilt over the table and onto Isla, "oh," he exclaimed trying to catch the glass before it fell with no luck
She blinked and looked over at him. She opened her mouth to say something scathing, but closed it instead and wiped her robes with her napkin. She stuck to shooting him a glare.