Post by James Ignotus Potter on Nov 15, 2012 22:10:11 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-image:URL(http://www.pixeden.com/media/k2/galleries/165/001-subtle-light-pattern-background-texture-vol5.jpg) ; border-left: 10px solid #1C161E; border-right: 10px solid #1C161E;] JAMES I. POTTER  full name: James Ignotus Potter canon or orginial: Canon age: 16 year: Sixth house: Gryffindor blood: pureblood wand: 11", Phoenix Tail Feather, Mahogany patronus: Stag boggart: Voldemort winning/Becoming a Death Eater erised: Marrying Lily and having a family birth place: Godric's Hallow ------------------------------------------------- March 27, 1960 was a rainy day. The chills of winter had not yet lifted its fridged hold on London. But inside the Emergency room at St. Mungo’s, this matter not, for it was warm and cozy. Well, it was warm and cozy for those old and wise enough to realize it. But for the newly born James Ignotus Potter, it was loud, chilly, and HUGE. He had no desire to be here at all, and would have much rather gone back inside the secure and safe Womb of his mother. But seeing how Babies only come out and not in, he really didn’t have a choice. James was born to their Elderly Potter’s (who were old even for Wizarding status). Because of this, he was spoiled immensely, something that would probably prove unwise in the future. When James was just a wee lad, he liked to explore. If anyone was reading the signs right, this was a future hint at just how bad James would be when he was older. Of course, he could do no wrong in the eyes of his parents, so it really didn’t matter if they were reading the signs or not. For his first birthday, James was given a toy broom to play with. Needless to say, it took the poor old House Elf hours at a time to get the young Potter off of it, and if he wanted the babe ready for his nightly bath, he had to start Hours in advance. Being a Pureblood, James was held high in the Wizarding Society. That also meant he was related to every other Pureblood out there. Of course, there were some Wizarding families that were better than others, it just depended on your view of things. James’s parents were held High in the eyes of most ((Even the Blacks)) for marrying another Pureblood, the same was to be expected of James. Of course, the young boy was too little to understand what marrying a Pureblood was, and he really didn’t care. What was blood but that warm sticky red stick that came out of the body and smelt like rust? By the time he was five years old, James had already proven that he was no Squib. His first burst of Magical power? Turning the family cat red with blue and green spots. And then because he didn’t like the fact that the cookies were WAY out of his reach, he used a bit of magic to levitate the jar down to him. His mother never did find it again . . . As James grew older, he continued to use what magic he could control to get himself whatever it was that he needed, even taking his father’s wand and trying a few spells (of which some worked and others didn’t; like the spell he used to try and change his Pumpkin Juice to Firewhiskey to feed to the cat) On the day of his eleventh birthday, an Owl came to him addressed from Hogwarts, letting the young Potter know that he was officially accepted to the school. As a reward, his father bought him a young Barn Owl, which James dubbed Fufu, because it rhymed with Tutu but Fufu was Manlier and he just looked like a Fufu. His father also gave him his Invisibility cloak, which was traditionally handed down from Father to Son. James didn’t care how old it was because he had an Invisibility Cloak!! How cool was that!!! He was bound to have fun at Hogwarts!! On his first trip to Hogwarts, he met an extremely important individual. Okay, so he would meet five important individuals that day, but this was THAT important. It was another First Year (although he was tall, but then again, James was rather short for his age). The boy appeared to be having some type of difficulty getting his trunk on the train. Being the Nice guy that he was (and seeing how his trunk was already on board) he went over to help him out. The two immediately clicked, sharing jokes and talking as if they were long time friends. They set off together to find a compartment to sit in when they met the Second important Individual. A young girl with red hair. And she was crying. NO-NO. James went into panic mode, unsure of how to react and immediately hounded Sirius (the boy he helped) for answers. They spent a few minutes arguing when the door flew up, showing Important Individual Number Three. Boy with long Greasy Hair. James and Sirius, without hesitating or missing a beat, started talking about Quidditch, looking laid back and relaxed. James got defensive about England winning when the Greasy Haired Boy, Known as Severus, told the Red-head she’d better be in Slytherin. "Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" he asked Sirius. He received the shock of his life when Sirius informed him that his whole family was in Slytherin. And he’d thought he was alright. But Sirius had just grinned and said he might break tradition. James hoped so. Gryffindor’s and Slytherin’s couldn’t be friends!! Snide comments flew around and eventually the Red-head left with Severus, whom Sirius had just re-christened ‘Snivellus’. In James’s opinion, it was a better name. Much more true too. James and Sirius then indulged themselves in a game of exploding snaps. When the Train finally came to a halt at the Hogsmeade station, James and Sirius followed the throng of other first years, getting a boat with Important Individuals Four and Five. But neither boy realized this, because they were trying to push the other out of the boat and into the water. Neither succeeded, although they did manage to throw Chubby over board. Hearing the Gagging sound, James began to panic. How the hell couldn’t you swim at Eleven years old?! With a frenzy to try and get the other boy out of the water, the two managed to tip it, sending the rest of them into the water. While James argued with Sirius about whose fault it was that the boat tipped (if he’d just stayed on his side the boat would have been fine) Hagrid came and plucked them all out of the water. James glared at his friend, because for all he cared; it was his fault. However, the glare James had given Sirius and Sirius him, was nothing compared to the one they got from one Minerva McGonagall. James had stared wide eyed at her for a while, as if she was the most surprising thing in the universe. And to his universe, she was. He’d never gotten yelled at before!!! And now he had two detentions? How?! The Term hadn’t even started yet!!! His only response was to grin crookedly at Sirius. Look! They were already leaving an impression on the school!! Once inside, James watched as one by one, the students were sorted. When the Hat declared Sirius a Gryffindor, James cheered loudly. Now he just had to make sure He got there. He watched as the few people he had met (the red-head, the sick looking one, and Chubby) were also sorted into Gryffindor. Their Names: Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. He didn’t have to wait long for his name to come up. He’d barely even sat down and the hat barely touched his head before it shouted out its answer. GRYFFINDOR! Before the ‘Ooor!’ had finished, James was already making his way over to the Red and Gold glad table, sitting down next to Sirius. The two congratulated the other before talking and wondering what their first year of Hogwarts was going to be like. It didn’t take long for the two of them to start their reign of mischief. They had even made some more Friends. The Sickly looking Remus Lupin; who vanished once a night and always had a different story (James was sure he knew what was wrong, but he wanted Remus to tell them) and Peter Pettigrew; that chubby kid who liked to waddle around with him and Sirius and was rather embarrassing. During their Second year, the only thing to really happened was that James finally corned Remus (Along with Sirius and Peter) and told him that they knew he was a werewolf. Poor Bloke nearly pissed himself in fright, seemed to think they wouldn’t be friends. But James had a perfect idea. They would become Animagus’s and accompany him on his monthly transformations. Third year, James joined the Quidditch Team as Chaser. And boy was he a natural at it. It was also in this year that James took a strong liking towards Lily. He made it a chore to ask her out every day, and was every day rejected. Of course, he only smiled, because it was all fun and games, right? WRONG!!! She broke his heart. But he found ways around it and started flirting with other girls. Around Christmas of this year, James and Sirius had their first big argument. Lily was the problem. Sirius was tired of watching James make a fool of himself, and told him to ignore her. It was the longest time the two went without talking to each other; two weeks. However both silently agreed to put it behind them and were back to normal. Fourth year passed on by without anything worth remembering (unless you count the number of fights James and Lily and Severus got into). Fifth year gave birth to the Marauders. What a Fine year it was for the Gryffindor Boys. However, their first full moon gave them all a fright. Well, it gave James and Sirius a fright. Their theory was that Werewolves were only a danger to Humans, meaning if an animal was bit, it was fine. Well, it was put to the test with Sirius. Looking back at how scared they were, James laughs about it now, which draws Angry looks from Mother Hen (aka Remus). Full Moons soon became a part of their daily lives at Hogwarts, even sharing jokes about it after their O.W.L.s As much as James hates Snape, he didn't want to see him dead. Not because he felt sorry for the guy; Merlin no! But if he would have died because Sirius couldn't keep his 'fun' to himself, than Lily would have been devastated. So, risking his own life, James ran after Snape, pulling him back before he could be mauled to death by a werewolf. James was also hoping that he would be able to pull him back before he was able to actually see Remus; but well... you couldn't have everything |
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your alias: Tina
a roleplay sample:
James had been in a right foul mood ever since his little argument with Lily. He’d done anything and everything in his power to not talk to her. Mind you, this took a great deal of work. Because in order for him to not talk to her, he had to pretend she didn’t exist. And it was hard to feign someone’s existence when you share almost every single class together. But that was easy enough to accomplish then. He always sat in the back of the class room, in the farthest seat possible from her. But she was still ‘affecting’ him in a way.
So he had accomplished not speaking to her. Great. But she was still within the room. Still within a few feet of him. And it didn’t help that he could practically sense her either. There was a dull throb in his chest, where he knew she resided. The pain only helped to remind him that she wouldn’t ever see him in any type of light except for the one that she had become accustomed to seeing him in. And frankly, that wasn’t helping him at all. So, how did this affect him? James was pretty sure he was bordering emo and depression. And he couldn’t figure out which one was worse. Because then he’d try and stay away from that. But he figured they fit in together because Emo kids were normally depressed and cut themselves. Well, he couldn’t cut himself because that was just plain stupid. Plus Sirius would beat his ass. Don’t get him wrong, he still went about his day laughing and joking and doing exactly what he did every day, he just did it with less gusto. Oh, and his grades were starting to drop, but that wasn’t a big deal.
So that was one way he went about ignoring Lily Evans, and failing epically at it. The other was the fact that the source of their argument, that is to say the start of it, was always in every Potion Class. And James seemed to run into the disgusting individual quite frequently lately, as if the slime ball knew the misery he was causing James. Of course, this person was none other than Severus Snape himself. Merlin how James hated him. He wanted to just ring his pathetic little neck until his eyes popped out and all the greasy was drained from his hair. But he couldn’t exactly go about doing that because then he would kill Snape, and be sent off to Azkaban. Now, as much as James hated Snape, he didn’t want him dead (or rather, he told himself deep down that he would indeed feel bad if he were to die. If only for the sole purpose that his death would make Lily sad).
Needless to say, James was down, depressed, and he was reminded of that Emo kid. All . . . twenty of them. How many Emo kids did Hogwarts have exactly? Ah well, it didn’t matter. He made his way down the corridor, his footsteps echoing slightly in the deserted hall way. He had no idea where anyone was, nor did he really care. Sure, Sirius would later complain that he had once again broken their crazy, unspoken (or even written) code about always spending a certain amount of time together, but James was sure he would live. And if not, James would make it up to him somehow. Probably find him two girls to shag in the broom cupboard. Now that James thought of it, he needed a good shag himself.
He sighed, running his hand through his hair as he made his way over to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He knew for a fact that there was no class going on, because he had just passed the Professor, who was going in the opposite direction. Now, what did this mean for James? Solitude. Because he couldn’t get that in the Common Room, and he DEFFINATELY wouldn’t get it in the Dorms. And he wasn’t about to go sulk in the loo’s. That was just nasty. So he made his way over to the door and opened it.
He blinked slightly in surprise as his eyes fell on the Red-head that was currently causing his mood swings (he vaguely wandered if this was what PMS felt like for girls). She apparently appeared to be focusing very hard on something . . . and judging by the look of vast concentration on her face, James had to say it was taking a shit. But seeing how they weren’t in the Girls Toilet, that was out of the question (although still very plausible. Weirder things have been known to happen in Hogwarts besides students pooping or peeing in the classroom.) It was only then did he notice the quill lying on the desk in front of her. So she was practicing Non-verbal spells. He’d have figured that she knew how to do them. She did well in class. But then James remembered, not everyone was him and Sirius, who slept through it and managed to get an ‘Outstanding’ on everything.
He pulled his wand out of his pocket, pointing it at the quill. Lily’s back was facing the door, so she apparently hadn’t noticed his entry. That was just fine with him. He grinned slightly as he focused on the Quill. With a flick of his wrist, the Quill sprung legs and proceeded to do a tap dance. He smirked slightly as he watched it before summoning it towards him. Accio!! He thought the spell loud in his mind, focusing entirely on the quill. He watched with satisfaction as it immediately zoomed into his hand.
“You have to say the Spell Loud and firm in your mind. Focusing solely on the object won’t get you anywhere.” he said, finally making his presence known.
So he had accomplished not speaking to her. Great. But she was still within the room. Still within a few feet of him. And it didn’t help that he could practically sense her either. There was a dull throb in his chest, where he knew she resided. The pain only helped to remind him that she wouldn’t ever see him in any type of light except for the one that she had become accustomed to seeing him in. And frankly, that wasn’t helping him at all. So, how did this affect him? James was pretty sure he was bordering emo and depression. And he couldn’t figure out which one was worse. Because then he’d try and stay away from that. But he figured they fit in together because Emo kids were normally depressed and cut themselves. Well, he couldn’t cut himself because that was just plain stupid. Plus Sirius would beat his ass. Don’t get him wrong, he still went about his day laughing and joking and doing exactly what he did every day, he just did it with less gusto. Oh, and his grades were starting to drop, but that wasn’t a big deal.
So that was one way he went about ignoring Lily Evans, and failing epically at it. The other was the fact that the source of their argument, that is to say the start of it, was always in every Potion Class. And James seemed to run into the disgusting individual quite frequently lately, as if the slime ball knew the misery he was causing James. Of course, this person was none other than Severus Snape himself. Merlin how James hated him. He wanted to just ring his pathetic little neck until his eyes popped out and all the greasy was drained from his hair. But he couldn’t exactly go about doing that because then he would kill Snape, and be sent off to Azkaban. Now, as much as James hated Snape, he didn’t want him dead (or rather, he told himself deep down that he would indeed feel bad if he were to die. If only for the sole purpose that his death would make Lily sad).
Needless to say, James was down, depressed, and he was reminded of that Emo kid. All . . . twenty of them. How many Emo kids did Hogwarts have exactly? Ah well, it didn’t matter. He made his way down the corridor, his footsteps echoing slightly in the deserted hall way. He had no idea where anyone was, nor did he really care. Sure, Sirius would later complain that he had once again broken their crazy, unspoken (or even written) code about always spending a certain amount of time together, but James was sure he would live. And if not, James would make it up to him somehow. Probably find him two girls to shag in the broom cupboard. Now that James thought of it, he needed a good shag himself.
He sighed, running his hand through his hair as he made his way over to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He knew for a fact that there was no class going on, because he had just passed the Professor, who was going in the opposite direction. Now, what did this mean for James? Solitude. Because he couldn’t get that in the Common Room, and he DEFFINATELY wouldn’t get it in the Dorms. And he wasn’t about to go sulk in the loo’s. That was just nasty. So he made his way over to the door and opened it.
He blinked slightly in surprise as his eyes fell on the Red-head that was currently causing his mood swings (he vaguely wandered if this was what PMS felt like for girls). She apparently appeared to be focusing very hard on something . . . and judging by the look of vast concentration on her face, James had to say it was taking a shit. But seeing how they weren’t in the Girls Toilet, that was out of the question (although still very plausible. Weirder things have been known to happen in Hogwarts besides students pooping or peeing in the classroom.) It was only then did he notice the quill lying on the desk in front of her. So she was practicing Non-verbal spells. He’d have figured that she knew how to do them. She did well in class. But then James remembered, not everyone was him and Sirius, who slept through it and managed to get an ‘Outstanding’ on everything.
He pulled his wand out of his pocket, pointing it at the quill. Lily’s back was facing the door, so she apparently hadn’t noticed his entry. That was just fine with him. He grinned slightly as he focused on the Quill. With a flick of his wrist, the Quill sprung legs and proceeded to do a tap dance. He smirked slightly as he watched it before summoning it towards him. Accio!! He thought the spell loud in his mind, focusing entirely on the quill. He watched with satisfaction as it immediately zoomed into his hand.
“You have to say the Spell Loud and firm in your mind. Focusing solely on the object won’t get you anywhere.” he said, finally making his presence known.
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