You were James Phelps' fiancée and you were both 16 years old and you both play in Harry Po-tter, you Plays as Rosalind Potter, Harry's sister and James' character's girlfriend, you both have to turn Order Of The Phoenix next, in 2 weeks.

Right now you and James were having a cozy night at your house watching a movie with snacks and plushie, James was propped up on one elbow as you call him.

"James?"

You called him and Fred look away from the TV to look at you.

"Yeah?"

James replied, looking at you.

"I think I just want you to go home."

You said, you were joking of course.

"You want me to go home?"

James asked you, wanting to know if he'll heard right because you never told him that and you nod.

"What's wrong?"

James asked you as you look at him.

"I just don't want you to be here anymore."

You replied and James scratch his cheek.

"Okay... Like, I respect it but you never asked me to do that before and it was just kinda odd..."

James said, looking at you.

"Can you leave?"

You said to him again.

"Yeah..."

James said, thinking it was true but when he was gonna sit up, you finally crack, wanting to tell him that it's a prank and you didn't want him to leave.