Take it From the Expert James Potter sat sprawled under a big tree in the Transfiguration Courtyard. He was looking dolefully over at Lily Evans, having been turned down- again. He heaved a great sigh, when suddenly-
"Ah, quit moping, won't you, mate?"
A voice sounded from above James' head, and he looked up quickly to see Sirius Black smirking at him from a high up branch. James yelped as Sirius jumped down, showering him with twigs.
"Nice knowing I have privacy," said James ruefully, rubbing a spot on his head where a particularly large twig had hit him.
"Honestly, Prongs, you're being right pathetic. You aren't going about it the right way, girls don't like arrogant 'toerags'," proclaimed Sirius with the air of one who had much experience in the subject. "Don't talk yourself up, just act like you don't care about her one way or the other. Be rude. Be indifferent. She'll be jealous, trust me- she'll be begging you for