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JAMES • SIRIUS • POTTER
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NICKNAMES: Mostly, just James. Jamie if you want. Same story with Jay. If you want to frustrate him go straight to Jimmy. Potter
GENDER: Male
AGE/D.O.B: Seventeen. November 22nd.
HOUSE: Gryffindor.
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BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood.
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HAIR: Dark brown, boredering on black. Usually at a medium length and very messy. Whether that's because it is damn uncooperative or he's just too lazy to bother with lots of grooming is up for debate.
EYES: Brown.
BODY AND HEIGHT: James definitely inherited the Weasley genes. He's tall, standing at six foot exactly already. He's not lanky though, but neither is he very bulky. Surprising given how much the kid can stuff in his mouth in one sitting. But, years of playing sports - quidditch for the Gryffindor team, muggle football, running away from whatever trouble he's gotten himself into - has all paid off. James also likes to go for an evening run every couple of days, so it's no surprise he's got plenty of lean muscle and is overall, well toned.
DISTINCT MARKINGS: The usual scars from childhood. He's got a pretty interesting one on his right bicep where he had a run in with a rusty nail.
CLOTHING/STYLE: When not in uniform, James can be seen wearing an assortment of trendy t-shirt, button downs and jeans. Also, layers. He likes layers and feeling comfortable. When it comes down to it, so long as he's looking good (like that's ever a problem) and it feels good, he's got no issues.
ANYTHING ELSE:
WAND. Eleven and a half inches, dragon heartstring, blackthorn. Excellent for Transfiguration.
STARK. His very own male Eagle Owl he picked up on his trip to Diagon Alley for school supplies first year. Stark, quite honestly, is totally nutters. He always drops James' letters into food when he's not delivering them to Albus instead. Because apparently Stark loves Al a whole lot more than James. He tends to swoop James a lot too and won't do anything until he's been fed the best bits from the breakfast table. Stark further has a thing for sitting stock still and staring at people in that disconcerting way of his. At night. When they're sleeping. Before waking them up by hopping all over their face. He also is two-faced since nobody believes him when he complains he was saddled with an evil psycho owl. All Al's fault. Al must be like the equivalent of owl catnip or something.
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DISLIKES: Losing, holier than thou types, homework, detention, failing, feeling vulnerable, fighting with friends and family, feeling useless or helpless, spartan living, losing things, cats, early mornings, Lily's old dolls (they creep him out), blood fanatics (this shit should be over by now), being used, enclosed spaces.
STRENGTHS: Loyal, confident, blunt, protective, determined, athletic, intelligent and finding himself knee-deep in trouble. Oh wait...
WEAKNESSES: Disorganised, marginally arrogant, blunt, sarcastic, stubborn, potions (he hasn't the patience), authority figures.
PRIORITIES: Family and friends. Quidditch. And graduating with perfect scores, actually. Bet you weren't expecting that.
BOGGART: Not in any particular order:
ONE. Being a disappointment. Yeah, right, couldn't have a care in the world, James Potter? Yet, there it is. Growing up is hard. Growing up as the first born of the ever famous Boy Who Lived is arguably even harder. It’s quite possibly all in his head, but since it really hit home for him what his family name conveyed, he’s felt this undeniable pressure to live up to it. Especially since he’s now seventeen, the same age his father performed one of his greatest feats. As somewhat of an extension to that, James has also repeatedly been compared to someone or other, whether it’s his dad, his two namesakes, sometimes even Uncle George and Ron. Quite honestly, he feels burdened under the weight of all these reputations no matter how much he’s honoured by it. So much so, he doesn’t quite know how he’s meant to do them all justice. And the ultimate thing is, in his own way, James is trying to do them all proud. As a natural progression, James fears just as much that he’ll lose himself in the process. That he’s trading in any opportunity he has of being seen as an individual separate to them all by continuing with this mentality.
TWO. Losing everyone he's ever cared about for whatever reason. Whether its through death or them all realising what a git he can be and finally calling it quits, James hates the idea of anyone he loves leaving his side.
THREE. Enclosed spaces. When he was younger, some of the kids at the public school he attended thought it would be a brilliant idea to throw him in the supply closet with some poor girl who apparently was harbouring quite the crush. James was locked in there upwards of forty minutes. In the beginning it was fine. He coaxed her into talking. Actually found out she was quite amusing. But by the end of it, he was having a mild panic attack and she was trying to talk him through it. So James is definitely claustrophobic. It's also kind of a secret because he'd die if anyone found out.
ERISED: Life to be this easy forever/his friends don't just drop off the map the moment they graduate.
VERITASERUM: Not quite the serial dater people seem to think he is. Definitely not as experienced as everyone believes; he's still a virgin. Still hopelessly hung up on his ex.
PATRONUS: The summer before term began for his second year at Hogwarts. The actual occasion has been lost on him now since it was between birthdays and public holidays, but with a family as big as Jamie’s, a reason isn’t always needed so much as just picking a day and everyone getting to the venue on time. Anyways, the whole Potter/Weasley clan had relocated themselves to The Burrow. James had drifted between the kitchen trying to sneak cookies from Grandma Weasley’s trays, running around the backyard with his cousins and siblings, chasing away the few gnomes that had crawled their way back under the hedge and bugging Grandpa about muggle contraptions, though mostly his flying car. Teasing was had by all and nobody was spared from at least one retelling of an embarrassing moment. Around mid-afternoon he’d participated in a small quidditch match which he managed to score the winning goal in, cementing the day as Best Ever in his young mind. Sometime later he’d stumbled upon Teddy and Victorie snogging in one of the rooms... and spent the better part of an hour and a half preventing anyone else from interrupting them since he was so sure it would keep them on good terms, still dating and ultimately married (James really wanted Teddy to be part of the family in name at that stage). As the day progressed to evening, everyone had gathered around the large wooden table set up in the yard for dinner. Fire encased in jars suspended in mid air lit everything in a warm glow. Tales and jokes had been exchanged. Before dessert was served, James teamed up with Fred and planted some wet start fireworks in the food around Uncle Percy. It was absolutely hilarious. The fantastic part was the fact that his mum had caught them arranging everything, simply lifted her eyebrows and kept talking to Aunt Hermione. All in all, it was one of those carefree days that you can’t help remembering back on with fondness. The kind you’d always like to recreate, but never quite get there. The form of his patronus is a coyote.
PENSIEVE: When James was four he thought he'd help out Albus in his attempts to get some biscuits from off the kitchen counter. Originally, James hadn't thought anything much of it; he'd done the right thing (in a sense) despite the fact he knew treats weren't allowed until after proper meals. What he hadn't counted on, however, was his little brother's inability to actually eat the bloody thing. The moment he started to hear the choked attempts at coughing, James was absolutely beside himself. He knew something was wrong, but at four was a little lost as to how to help. He flittered between trying to calm down Albus who'd started somewhat crying, fixing the problem and calling for his parents. Needless to say, nothing he tried actually worked. Before Harry entered the kitchen and prevented Albus' choking, James was so sure his brother was going to die. And he was helpless to do anything even though he'd started to get accustomed to the idea that he was kind of duty-bound to keep the kid safe.
PERSONALITY OVERVIEW:
INQUISITIVE: From an early age it became apparent that James was a very curious child. Some might even go so far as to say nosy. He has an insatiable need to know things and he’s not afraid to ask the tough questions no one’s willing to. Rather than turn his inquisitive mind to more worthwhile pursuits, like school work, James usually turns his attention to things that he believes to be far superior: what’s going on with the quidditch teams this year, the odd subject that he not-so-secretly loves (this year, Arithmancy), muggle contraptions, anything else that catches his interest (James actually knows a lot about random things that interest him) and, most importantly, the people in his life. He has toned it down some since he’s gotten older; he’s not going to barge in on conversations or watch (read spy) them as much, but there will always be some modicum of inquiry around the people he really cares about. It’s mainly for protection purposes; if he knows what’s going on with them, he can make sure they don’t get caught up in anything they’re not supposed to and be there for them when they really need him.
HOT-HEADED: James has a habit of leaping before he looks, a trait inherited from his father. There’s no doubt he has a long standing affair with impulse and recklessness. He tends to act on the fly, rather than spend extended periods of time weighing up his options. It’s given him a bit of a reputation as a fearless individual- breaking and bending rules regardless of consequences if he has to. Oftentimes, this gets him into all sorts of trouble, whether it’s with other students or professors. But, as an intelligent boy, all his decisions don’t always read as truly rash. Whether that’s just his adaptability or quick lateral thinking coming to the surface is debatable. Either way, James’ habit of jumping off the deep end tends to work in his favour about as much as it doesn’t. In fact, his propensity to act directly than wait for another opportunity to arise can sometimes be argued as one of his greatest assets.
LOYAL: There is literally nothing in the world James wouldn’t do for the people he cares about. He is faithful and completely devoted to his family and friends, no matter how much they drive him insane. Or how much he teases them. If he has to lie for them, he will. If he needs to take the slap on the wrist for something he didn’t do to keep them from getting into trouble, he will. No questions asked. For them he is dependable and will always make the time when they ask (or even when they don’t). James will always value people over institutions. Rule breaking will never be an issue for him if he ever has to decide between family and an organisation. James places complete faith and trust in these people. Or, perhaps more appropriately, blind faith. Unfortunately this sets him up for that loyalty to be abused in certain circumstances which is something James neither takes lightly or forgives easily.
ADVENTUROUS: Well, Gryffindor is where dwell the brave of heart, after all. James is no exception: he has boldness and daring in spades. Maybe he just enjoys walking on the wild side, constantly toeing the line if you will (or jumping across it altogether). Regardless he’s not afraid to speak his mind even if what he has to say will hurt. He stands up for his family and friends and what he believes in. He’s also got an overactive sense of adventure. James likes to have fun and excitement and the journey that comes with exploration. With his equally overactive sense of inquisition this is hardly surprising.
MISCHIEVOUS: Fun is an aspect of James that is close to a requirement. He’s usually a good-humoured kid. Full of life. As such, James is both very playful and very cheeky. Pushing his luck comes as second nature to him. If it weren’t for his little tells, you might be forgiven thinking he doesn’t quite realise what he’s up to. He’s always up for a laugh and enjoyment, even if it’s at someone else’s expense. That’s not to say that he takes pleasure in this misfortune of others. But, hey, you end up getting your hair dyed bright pink in a spell gone wrong and he’s going to have a hard time stifling his laughter. He’s known to pull the odd prank between friends and the rest of Hogwarts, but is still trying to decide if reaching levels of infamy the likes of which The Marauders/Fred and George achieved is what he really wants. James also tends to tease his friends and family. A lot. Just know, the more he does it, the more he cares. If he feels comfortable enough to tease and laugh easily around you, you should be glad.
STUBBORN: When James gets some idea into his head he does not back down. Unless faced with fairly compelling evidence against him, he won’t be changing his mind any time soon. The same can be said of an argument. While it’s in process, he’ll keep at it until he can’t bear/hasn’t the energy to. Unfortunately, James is by no means above holding a grudge if he feels the offence is on par with life and death. He is a highly driven and determined individual too. Oddly enough, despite being rather tenacious, James is capable of not losing sight of what really matters in his attempts to achieve his goals. Perhaps because he’s prone to bouts of distraction. Though it’s just as likely because he has a well-developed sense of what’s ultimately more important.
PROTECTIVE: There’s no doubt that James cares deeply for the people he’s surrounded himself with. He looks out for his own no matter what. He has learnt to be more subtle in the way he looks out for them as he’s grown up. It might not seem it, but James does understand the need to try and work things out for yourself first. Still, he’s a seventeen year old boy. Chances are he’s going to jump into the fray to back his friends up with little prompting and fight their battles right alongside them. Virtual strangers are even on occasion subjected to Jamie’s protective streak – James has a thing with certain people and yes, it's in part him trying to best them, but also ensuring someone else doesn’t have to suffer through their torment.
SENSITIVE: It might not be all that obvious, but the truth of the matter is, James wears his heart on his sleeve. Sure, he’s hidden it under a couple of layers these days, but it doesn’t quite do the job as well as he’d like. He may not be sensitive towards others 24/7, but underneath everything that makes James, is a very vulnerable boy. Things people do and say tend to get to him more than he lets on, or would ever dream to let on. Deep down, James isn’t the type to actively seek out emotional support the same way he might give it. And if it weren’t at all obvious, James is the type of boy to love hard, so he’s prone to getting his heart stamped all over. It’s possibly why his reactions to things are usually so strong. Jamie’s also quite compassionate. That’s why he tends to forgive his family and friends so easily when he’s upset with them. It’s one of the more interesting idiosyncrasies of Jamie’s; prone to his grudges in extreme circumstance, but otherwise doling out second chances like Halloween candy.
BLUNT: One of the best things about James –and also the worst – is his manner of talking. Straight forward and brutally honest. James calls it how he sees it, or not at all. Unfortunately, he has a habit of being blunt to the point he’s borderline offensive. Or completely offensive – it really depends on who he’s talking to and what he’s trying to achieve. It also means that when he does lie, he’s rather convincing. Another pitfall of his that goes hand in hand is his incredibly bad sense of timing. Everyone in his immediate and extended family is of the opinion he inherited this trait directly from good old Uncle Ron. Again, growing up has inevitably lessened the times he does this purely by accident, but inevitably, James will always be prone to saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. James’ other point of call is sarcasm. He relies on it doubly as a bit of a coping mechanism.
CHARMING: With all that trouble James seems to find himself in, it’s a good thing he’s a very charismatic individual. When he needs to, James can be incredibly polite. He can be incredibly sweet too, but that’s something different altogether. Most often, he isn’t the type to mince his words or layer them with intricate meaning, but when the time calls for it, James really does have the gift of the gab. A real smooth talker, he’s managed to worm his way out of detention every now and then. He’s not as well versed in this rare bit of manipulation, so a Slytherin could beat him out at it any day hands down. As for the ladies, well, he knows what he's doing. Flirting, whether intentional or not is well within his repertoire of skills.
INTELLIGENT: James doesn’t go around advertising the fact by being an insufferable know-it-all, but the boy is incredibly smart. It doesn’t however, come to him as easily as he has people believe. He may put forward the attitude of a slacker genius - someone who sits around barely conscious in class and pulls an amazing essay out their arse the night before the assignment’s due – but this couldn’t be further from the truth. James does have to put in some work to achieve his grades. Being naturally intelligent only gets him so far. Then he needs all the notes and textbooks he can get. Which contrary to popular belief he does own and read. Occasionally. James does have an extensive memory bank though: he can recall random bits of information with little prompting.
DISORGANISED: It’s true. Walk into his part of the boy’s dorm or his bedroom and good luck finding the floor. Even when he makes the effort to organise things properly, it quickly falls back into chaos that only he seems to know how to navigate. And even he ends up losing things more often than he’d like. For some reason he’s incapable of keeping his shoelaces tied (one reason why he’s thankful he wasn’t cursed with clumsiness). James also has a hard time properly grasping the concept of ‘time management’. Without fail he always has some bit of homework he has to finish up before class.
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MOTHER: Ginevra Molly Potter (Weasley), thirty nine, former professional quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies. Senior quidditch correspondent for the Daily Prophet.
SIBLINGS: Albus Severus Potter, sixteen, slytherin.
Lily Luna Potter, fifteen, gryffindor.
OTHER FAMILY: The Weasleys and Teddy Lupin.
SOCIO-ECONOMIC STATUS: Rich.
HISTORY OVERVIEW: Seventeen years ago, November twenty second. Ginny Potter was cursing her way through yet another contraction. Her husband, Harry, stood nearby, half panicked, half excited, in that way all first time father’s tend to be, alternating between taking her abuse and listening to the advice his mother-in-law was she coached her only daughter though breathing and pushing and whatever else angry women in pain squeezing out babies needed to know. Fourteen painstaking hours went by in this manner (James always did everything in his own time) until finally,finally the cries of a baby were heard. That baby was none other than James Sirius Potter.
His first year of life was, well, eventful. The Potters were by no means the first of their friends to have a baby. Advice was thrown at them from all courts. Of course, there was a lot of trial and error trying to discover what worked for them. Especially since, at four months old and crawling like a pro James was already marking himself out to be the curious little bugger he is today. He quickly developed a knack for going exactly where he wasn’t supposed to. The second he first walked was one of those joyous moments that quickly turned sour. After that James was off like a rocket, sticking his hands into virtually anything he found within his reach. Pregnant yet again, Ginny was almost at the end of her tether and visits to Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione increased exponentially. Everyone else still found him adorable, if only because they didn’t have to take him home, follow him all over the house and make sure he didn’t stick anything in his mouth he wasn’t supposed to.
All too soon, Harry and Ginny were back at St. Mungo’s where they welcomed the arrival of their second son Albus Severus.
To say that James, now at two years old, liked having another little person around would be incorrect. In the beginning, he was appropriately curious. Then he found out that all the little pink thing in the blankets did was cry and he decided he didn’t like Albus one bit. It wasn’t until Al was around six months old and tried to share his sugar quill (where he got it was a mystery, but most assume it was Uncle George) with him that he changed his mind. James returned the favour by trying to patch up Albus’ scuffed knee three weeks later. After that his little brother was one of the best things that had ever happened to him.
Within the year, the final Potter child and only girl, Lily was born. Thankfully, the experience with Al had taught James to hold his judgement towards the brand new crier. He found he loved her almost instantly.
Life continued in much the way it’s wont to do. James was perpetually surrounded by uncles, aunts and cousins. Dad was the go-to guy for a good story and always supportive. Aunt Hermione was always giving them books to read, though Ron would always sneak them a great bag of candy from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. Mum could tell him anything he wanted to know about quidditch. Grandma cooked the best everything and Grandpa made muggles sound equally interesting and hilarious. (James loved describing power points to him over and over) Unsurprisingly, he grew close with his siblings. And his parents. He also became louder, if only to better be heard through the chorus of young voices. For the longest time he believed that Teddy was his older brother that just... sometimes lived with Mrs. Tonks because she was lonely. James looked up to the other boy like he was the centre of the universe. The day Harry sat him down and told him that Teddy wasn’t was a huge blow for the then six year old. After that it sort of became a mission of his to get him to be an ‘official’ part of the family.
It was also around this time that James began to display his first bits of uncontrolled magic. Certainly, it wasn’t exactly much of a surprise. In the sense that the Potter children would, without a shadow of a doubt, inherit magical capability. No, what was the surprise was the how. At the time James himself was battling a terrible cold and most definitely did not want to see the doctor. No, he didn’t care about treats, or toys, or that Lily had gone only a few weeks ago and hadn’t complained at all. James was sick and tired and he didn’t want to move. Ginny was determined to take him regardless. She managed to get him to the doctor, only then he disappeared completely. Panicked, his mum had turned the whole place over looking for him. In the end Harry found him curled up in his bed at home.
Putting the Potter children through muggle schooling was never really a question. At six, James was ready to get in on the action. The fact it was a muggle school was perhaps only the icing on the cake. He loved absolutely everything to do with it. Even the homework aspect was a novelty until he hit eight. Then it was all the same to him. Unsurprisingly, he earned himself the title of resident trouble maker, a title he wore with the utmost pride.
Eventually, his eleventh birthday rolled around and with it his Hogwarts letter. James was ecstatic. He also wouldn’t shut up about it, asking all about the school, the houses and anything else he could think of. That was until the day to catch the Hogwarts Express came and suddenly it hit him that he was really going. That he wouldn’t see his mum and dad for months at a time. Or Al or Lily. All too soon after the realisation he was watching them disintegrate into small dots in the distance... and then nothing.
Hogwarts itself was as impressive as he’d imagined. Lined up ready for the Sorting Ceremony, he was equal parts nervous and excited. The moment his name was called, the Great Hall had erupted with whispers and murmurs. James had never had so many eyes turned to him. When the Sorting Hat dropped over his head it was something of a relief. It gave him enough time to come to terms with it all before its booming voice rang out across the large space: GRYFFINDOR!
Unsurprisingly, James settled in with ease at Hogwarts. He really needn’t have been worried at all, but he still wrote his parents three times a week for the whole year. Holidays were spent at The Burrow, as always, surrounded by family. He made plenty of friends in his house and some outside of it too. The next year he was joined by Albus, even if he’d been sorted into Slytherin. By the time third year rolled around, he’d managed to make first string on the Gryffindor quidditch team. For the longest time he believed fifth year to be the worst year to date, what with OWLs, but he’s quickly found that seventh is just as much a pain in the arse with NEWTs. Only this time there’s way more riding on it and all the professor’s are pretty much milking that for all it’s worth.
Despite it all, James is still doing what he does best. He’s still doing what he enjoys and rolling along with everything as it comes. He’s hoping he can make it though the year without too many detentions to distract him, while simultaneously doing his entire family proud and good enough marks to gain entry into his chosen career – which, typically, he hasn’t quite figured out what it’ll be yet.
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His brow crinkled as he stared morosely at his charms essay. Or rather, the piece of parchment that would eventually be his charms essay. Aside from a few new blotches of ink, he had failed to write anything other than the title. The reason? Aside from the fact it was homework, of course. Boredom. Plain and simple. Honestly, it wasn’t something James found himself experiencing very often. Between his two best friends, his own antics and dare he even mention it, detention, there wasn’t exactly much time left for him to suffer from any amount of it, however miniscule. James prided himself on many things, but his innate creative streak was definitely up there in the top ten. The fact it had forsaken him in his time of need was not lost on the teenager though. With his friends abandoning him to... something that was apparently more important, James couldn’t even muster the energy to attend to his sure fire back up plan of sibling harassment. It was a rare day indeed for the eldest Potter.
A quick glance around the common room left him with nothing but a blank. He started tapping a beat out on his desk. At this point, any old distraction would do. None were forthcoming. Time seemed to suspend completely between one tap and the next. And all too soon, the walls started to slowly creep up on him from all sides. James suddenly felt like a caged animal. Cooped up and restless. Still bored. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt it. It was excruciating. Like something was weighing down on him... He needed out. Hey, the moment the place you regarded as a second home started feeling like Azkaban, the only option left was to high tail it outta there. Grimacing, he threw down his quill with a savage conviction and kicked back his chair. Screw homework! It could wait. Seriously, it always could in James’ book. What James really needed was fresh air and entertainment.
Throwing on his jacket, he shoved his wand into his back pocket. From years of practice, he slipped out of the common room with little notice, instantly comforted by the slap of his shoes on the flagstones. By the time he’d reached the Entrance Hall and pushed open the heavy doors, bursting out into the courtyard, he was feeling like James again. Unbridled James Potter. Unconstrained and on the prowl. He thrust his hands into his pockets, kicking at a few loose pebbles. As usual, his shoe laces dragged along behind him like thin albino snakes. For some unknown reason they could never stay tied, so naturally, Jamie had given up on them entirely. It was a wonder he didn’t go tripping himself up all the time.
It occurred to him as he watched one pebble ricochet off the low surrounding wall that he should have grabbed his broomstick. Perfect weather for a fly. The afternoon sun beat against his back, throwing everything into the hazy glow that James secretly thought looked ethereal. (Closely guarded knowledge that. He didn’t want to sound like, Merlin forbid, Lily) Sighing, he kicked at a few twigs. Just his luck that it didn’t even cross his mind. Which seriously? Quidditch and James were like chocolate and ice cream. They went together. You didn’t think of one without thinking of the other.
While he contemplated the pros and cons of snatching a crappy school broom (closer, but slower than a bloody butterfly!), he kicked hard at one last pebble. Brown eyes watched in apparent fascination as it skipped a few times off the pavement, whacked a chunk of the wall opposite before thunking against one of the seats. Currently occupied by a student. Heh, whoops. Cringing ever so slightly James hurried over to the girl. “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry. Guess I should work on my ai...” Trailing off, his earnest apologies turned cold in the wake of the girl’s identity. Lilia Flint. Bad luck had it in for James today, didn’t it? At least this encounter would cure his boredom, he thought with a mental shrug. “Oh, it’s you. Whatsa matter, Flint? He raised a lone eyebrow, lips quirking into one of his many infuriating smirks. "Haven't reached your quota for bitch today?
A quick glance around the common room left him with nothing but a blank. He started tapping a beat out on his desk. At this point, any old distraction would do. None were forthcoming. Time seemed to suspend completely between one tap and the next. And all too soon, the walls started to slowly creep up on him from all sides. James suddenly felt like a caged animal. Cooped up and restless. Still bored. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt it. It was excruciating. Like something was weighing down on him... He needed out. Hey, the moment the place you regarded as a second home started feeling like Azkaban, the only option left was to high tail it outta there. Grimacing, he threw down his quill with a savage conviction and kicked back his chair. Screw homework! It could wait. Seriously, it always could in James’ book. What James really needed was fresh air and entertainment.
Throwing on his jacket, he shoved his wand into his back pocket. From years of practice, he slipped out of the common room with little notice, instantly comforted by the slap of his shoes on the flagstones. By the time he’d reached the Entrance Hall and pushed open the heavy doors, bursting out into the courtyard, he was feeling like James again. Unbridled James Potter. Unconstrained and on the prowl. He thrust his hands into his pockets, kicking at a few loose pebbles. As usual, his shoe laces dragged along behind him like thin albino snakes. For some unknown reason they could never stay tied, so naturally, Jamie had given up on them entirely. It was a wonder he didn’t go tripping himself up all the time.
It occurred to him as he watched one pebble ricochet off the low surrounding wall that he should have grabbed his broomstick. Perfect weather for a fly. The afternoon sun beat against his back, throwing everything into the hazy glow that James secretly thought looked ethereal. (Closely guarded knowledge that. He didn’t want to sound like, Merlin forbid, Lily) Sighing, he kicked at a few twigs. Just his luck that it didn’t even cross his mind. Which seriously? Quidditch and James were like chocolate and ice cream. They went together. You didn’t think of one without thinking of the other.
While he contemplated the pros and cons of snatching a crappy school broom (closer, but slower than a bloody butterfly!), he kicked hard at one last pebble. Brown eyes watched in apparent fascination as it skipped a few times off the pavement, whacked a chunk of the wall opposite before thunking against one of the seats. Currently occupied by a student. Heh, whoops. Cringing ever so slightly James hurried over to the girl. “Oh jeez! I’m so sorry. Guess I should work on my ai...” Trailing off, his earnest apologies turned cold in the wake of the girl’s identity. Lilia Flint. Bad luck had it in for James today, didn’t it? At least this encounter would cure his boredom, he thought with a mental shrug. “Oh, it’s you. Whatsa matter, Flint? He raised a lone eyebrow, lips quirking into one of his many infuriating smirks. "Haven't reached your quota for bitch today?
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