Old Habits Die Hard }{ Jack + one ;)

Jack hated studying, but, unfortunately, being best friends with a book-worm like Rogan Sawyer, sometimes it came along with the territory. They had spent the last hour in the library where Rogan had been desperately trying to teach Jack the difference between stirring a potion and swirling it. For some reason, none of that made sense to him. He supposed that it was just the muggle-born in him, trying to make everything a little more difficult than it would be for a regular wizard. Then again, Rogan was a muggle-born too and he seemed to take to magic like a fish to water. Jack had to roll his eyes when he realized that Ro was following a little too close behind him and practically breathing down his neck, ”I’m not studying anymore, you arse. Studying is for Ravendorks,”

Rogan looked up from the parchment he had pulled out to listen to the exchange, he knew right away that Jack wouldn’t know who Jessie James was; that was american muggle history… not something Jack Campbell would be particurally brushed up on. Rogan smiled politely at Jessie and then back to Jack, “He was a famous American outlaw. You know, wild west? He had his own gang, they mainly robbed banks and trains, the occasional stage-coach. A lot of people believe he was like a real-life Robin Hood and that he would actually give some of his loot back to the poor. Although, there is actually zero historical evidence to support those theories. My belief is that he was just your stero-typical bad-guy that modern society has made out to be something greater than what he truly was.” Rogan stopped himself and blushed slightly as he realized he’d given a speech when a sentence would have done just fine. He hadn’t meant to give them a history lesson, however, in true Rogan fashion, he’d rambled on for much longer than he had needed to. “Uh… sorry.” He muttered quickly as he returned his eyes back to his parchment, knowing that Jack was going to chide him about rambling and embarassing himself yet again in front of a pretty girl.

Rogan had to peak up yet again as Jessie asked to be introduce to Rogan. ”Why does she want to be introduced to me?” He wondered silently to himself, he’d never had a girl ask to be introduced to him before in his life. Normally, they just got hung up on Jack and that was about as far as their attention spans carried them. Rogan smiled at Jessie and stood up to be polite, “It’s wonderful to make your acquintance, Jessie.” he nodded his head softly before sitting back down and trying to burry himself back in his parchment, clearly overwhelmed by Jessie. Rogan had zero experience talking to girls and he knew that like the poor Jared boy, Jessie James was way out of his league.

Jack desperately wanted to roll his eyes at the situation that was unfolding around him. Ro was rambling on and on about some god-awful American bandit and in all honesty? He had no interest in listening to the whole thing, ”Ro, dude.”

Rogan’s eye perked up as Jessie told him that she was a military brat as well, and that her father had been in the SeALS; “No way! I never imagined I’d meet a fellow Navy brat here at Hogwarts; such a small world, right?” Rogan was suddenly feeling much more comfortable around Jessie knowing that they had probably received similar up bringing’s. It was as if a giant weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, he suddenly didn’t feel like the outcast anymore. Rogan smiled brightly at Jessie, showing off his pearly whites more than he could ever remember doing at Hogwarts… like ever.

Rogan laughed slightly as Jessie talked about her name, "Well, if you don't want me to call you Ms. Jameson, what would you like me to call you?" Rogan asked politely, he assumed she would have him call her by her first name; but it was rude to address a lady by her first name unless given permission first. Rogan turned back towards Jack, he had almost forgotten that Jack was there; which was kind of strange for Rogan to be so consumed in talking to someone that he forgot that his best friend was actually sitting next to him. "Wrong again, Jack. I lived in Florida for a while and never once did I see anyone drink actual moonshine; I believe it's a myth." Rogan shrugged, he'd never had a sip of any alcohol, much less moonshine. "She's actually correct, It's Buffalo Bill, and actually he wasn't even an outlaw. He ran a wild west show, kind of like a travelling circus. Annie Oakley was the star attraction, men had never seen a woman that was so skilled with a firearm; it was shocking to them that she was able to do the things that she did." Rogan laughed slightly as Jack asked him to talk about something interesting; he didn't understand why Jack couldn't appreciate history. After all, if you don't know the past, you're doomed to repeat it. Rogan looked over as Jessie squeezed Jack's knee and he felt himself blush slightly as he looked away; the slight pange in his stomach confused him; was he… jealous? Rogan should be used to the fact that girls were always more interested in Jack than in Rogan, but for some reason he had thought that maybe, just this one time… Rogan shook his head and dismissed the thought quickly, it was silly to even consider it.

Rogan heard his name and turned his attention back to Jack and Jessie once again, “What? Oh! Over break?” Rogan kind of stuttered over himself for a moment before understanding what Jack had asked him, “I’m going to be working with Professor Collins, but I’m sure I can sneak away for a couple of days to go to the expo.” He replied with a smile. His face dropped instantly as Jack started talking about him wanting to go to muggle university; he couldn’t believe that Jack would tell other people about that… didn’t he know what a secret was? Rogan turned a bright shade of red and quickly looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment from the two of them, furious with Jack for telling Jessie that. He just didn’t understand why he would go blabbing that to everyone, after all this time he thought he could trust him. Rogan quickly pulled out a text book and opened it up and tried to sink into the couch and hide behind it.

Jack stood up and began moving about the room, getting slightly fed up with just sitting there and doing nothing. He was a restless kid, he would be the first to admit it, and sitting still for long periods of time - or even mfor a few minutes - wasn’t necessarily his strong suit. He got antsy when he was sitting there doing nothing but talking. He needed something to occupy his hands and he immediately placed them on his camera and raised it to his eye, finding relief behind the lens. It was then that Rogan started going off about how Florida didn’t have any moonshine or some other crap like that.

Jack wasn’t sure what to say to Rogan in that moment and proceeded to stick his tongue out at his best friend and then snapped a picture of the mantle that was over the fireplace. He had an obsession with his photos and the beauty that they captured sometimes. Sure, he liked the wizarding photographs that he had seen and owned a bewitched camera, but he much preferred the older one that was in his hands now. It had belonged to his grandfather ages ago and it was a source of great pride for Jack, ”Just call her Jessie J.”