At lunch, a few hours later, Jennifer and Harry were pouring over his notes on the various gangs and trying to solve the problem of what to do first.

"Are you intentionally obtuse, Harry, or is it just natural?" Jennifer asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Er," Harry blinked, taken aback at the sudden attack, "What?"

"Well, I've just noticed that none of your gangs here have female leaders." Jennifer sighed. "Honestly, Harry, what am I to do with you?"

"How d'you know that there even are girl-led gangs?!" Harry asked, with an attempt at a scoff.

There was an audible silence. After a second, Harry glanced over and saw Jennifer looking at him with such scorn that he was amazed she hadn't just left already.

"And what's that supposed to mean, Potter?" Jennifer asked, her voice dangerous.

"Well, y'know," Harry began, "Boys just...do that stuff more." A slowly raised eyebrow encouraged him to keep going. "Like, girls don't get their hands dirty with all of this sort of stuff. They, er-" Jennifer's expression swiftly persuaded Harry from continuing, "You know…" he finished lamely.

"Well." Jennifer tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder. "It seems as though you need me more than I had thought before."

Harry waited to let out his breath, sure that there was more pain awaiting him. Her eyes were still flashing, and that was probably not good.

"Right," Harry said cautiously, treading slowly back into the conversation, "Seems like there's a bit of information I'm missing."

"Oh, heavens more than that," chuckled Jennifer.

Harry felt his stomach drop. That chuckle did not sound good.

"You need me to teach you all about women," said Jennifer with a singularly frightening smile.

Harry swallowed dryly. Why was this so scary? The words she was saying weren't scary! It was probably a good thing that Harry learned more about women! Harry had never shied from learning before. What did she mean?!

"Er, yeah all right," Harry said, attempting somewhat to be breezy, "That'll be brilliant."

"I'll start, I think," Jennifer said, "By filling in the gaps of your so-called 'research.'"

"Er, yeah, grand," Harry replied, "That'll be super."

Harry had long since lost whatever grasp on this conversation he had, but it seemed like Jennifer wasn't going to kill him or anything, and that was something to be enjoyed.

"In the meantime," Jennifer said, "It might behoove you to keep your eyes open when you look around the school. See if there are any people who seem to command the attention of their groups. Might be a good first step."

Harry nodded. "You got it."

Jennifer got up.

"Er, Jennifer?" Harry asked, turning a bit in his seat to face her.

"What?"

"Er, I'm sorry," Harry said sheepishly.

"Whatever for?" asked Jennifer sarcastically, "Relegating my entire gender out of contention for being effectual and competent? Oh don't worry, poor boy, we'll survive." She turned.

"Actually," Harry said quickly, and was amazed when Jennifer glanced at him, "I'm sorry for not being thorough." After a second, he added, "Er, yeah, also that thing you said."

Jennifer rolled her eyes, but Harry could swear he saw a glimmer of a smirk. When Jennifer was out of earshot, Harry let out the breath he'd been holding. That could have gone better.