𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔰 !

ϟ james elias potter ! AUROR on the rise. . . it is our most endearing virtue; to seek BEAUTY in a landscape of human adversity. as it is our tragedy to see U G L I N E S S where it is without.

[jamespcttr]

maguhk‌:

emmeline !

         ❝    they  say  if  you  listen  hard  enough     ,    you  can  still  hear  him  crying     .    ❞      she  muttered  with  a  tiny  smirk  as  she  continued  writing    ,    the  blonde  referring  to  the  boy  who’d  rushed  off  in  tears  because  of  school-based  stress    .    normally  she  would  feel  bad    ,    but  the  guy  was  kind  of  a  dick    .  

james !

    ❝     or you can narrowly avoid running into him head on as he scurries off.   ❞       with wide eyes, james dropped his things beside emmeline hastily, eyes still focused on the boy with a quizzical expression coloring his features.    ❝     what’d you say to him? or did you just witness the first breakdown of the semester ? sounds like he was pretty hysterical, are you good ? ‘cause i would’ve been shaken up.   ❞    

[aheartofvalor-deactivated202002]

[gossipgirls]

[jamespcttr]

maguhk‌:

remus !

              he  was  unkempt    .    disheveled    .    blood  splattered  the  edge  of  his  jaw  and  the  front  of  his  shirt    ,    doing  nothing  but  adding  to  the  depravity  of  his  wild  eyes  and  the  flare  of  his  nostrils   .   he  moved  back  and  forth    ,   gaze  burning  a  hole  in  the  son  of  a  bitch  who  remained  protected  on  the  other  side  of  james    .  

              rem  was  furious   .    there  was  something  deep    ,    burrowing  mercilessly  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach    ,    that  made  him  want  to  lunge  at  his  best  friend    ;    it  was  classic  potter    ,    the  man  shoving  himself  in  the  middle  of  something  that  was  none  of  his  business    .    a  growl  slipped  from  his  lips    ,    and  once  again   ,    he  was  reminded  of  what  he  was     .    of  course   ,    he  would  be  the  one  to  start  a  fight    ,    and  of  course  james  would  be  the  one  to  stop  it   .

              his  friend  radiated  power  and  confidence    .    people  in  school  would  always  name  him  the  GOLDEN  BOY    ,    and  while  some  classmates  would  deny  it    ,    remus  knew  better    .    james  was  golden   .     it  was  as  simple  as  that    .    and  the  werewolf  knew  long  ago  that  this  was  why  it  was  so  easy  for  the  wizard  to  calm  him  down    .     he was  invested  in  rem’s  happiness  when  rem  was  assuredly  not    .

              if  this  ball  of  anger  had  a  bullet  wound  to  the  chest  and  someone  was  trying  to  stitch  it  up    ,    remus  would  jab  them  with  their  own  needle  and  laugh  away  whatever  pride  he  had  left  before  dying    .    he  was  too  much    .    always  too  much   .

              ❝    peachy   ,   ❞    he  sneered    ,   eyes  wide  as  he  pointed  to  the  figure  that  was  fading  from  view    ,    the  man  all  but  yelling   ,   ❝   that  little  fuck  deserved  it   !   piece  of  shit  !   now  he’ll  know  better   !   ❞   remus  dragged  a  tired  hand  along  the  side  of  his  face    ,    wiping  away  some  of  the  blood  as  he  mumbled  something  beneath  his  breath    .    god   ,    he  was  exhausted    ,    the  feeling  hitting  him  all  at  once  the  moment  things  had  calmed  down    .

              ❝    I’m  hungry    .   ❞    without  a  warning    ,    remus  turned  and  headed  for  the  closest  campus  eatery  .

james !

unequivocal GUILT flooded the boys consciousness as his arm pulled back instinctively from the growl, the familiarity of his response hailing a self preservation mechanism to fall into full effect. though the unwitting spectators knew very little about remus lupin, POTTER knew full well what rage could be unleashed if he wasn’t particularly careful with his proceedings. there was a lot he’d grown to know about remus throughout his years and even his darkest secrets weren’t daunting enough to repel him. if anything, they made him want to help MORE. there was just the nagging matter of thinking remus might take it as him belittling his will to step back before things got out of hand. which the brunette would never do... he merely wanted to aid his friend in the right direction before he brought TOO much harm upon himself. the eternal affliction of caring for someone that often has a hard time caring for themselves. 

james let out a shallow huff of breath, his arms slumping tiredly immediately after the entire situation was diffused. the assumed role he’d taken on in his later years of hogwarts had never fully settled into his persona, the facade proving all too taxing while instrumental in who he was at present. it baffled him that he of all people would be chosen to take RESPONSIBILITY, given that he was always a key partaker in every irresponsible ruckus. even among his friends, he was not the best. his ego was the size of the whole of england and he’d constantly find excuses to rope them into more mischief. if his sole redeeming quality was that he cared about his mates, TOO much, even then he felt he was stepping on their toes in hopes of finding a solution to whatever wrong plagued them. 

    ❝   oi, i believe you .  ❞   he waved off the last lingering onlookers, a look of annoyance striking his expression as his eyes darted off towards the retreating suckers that had taken a beating at the hand of his best friend. poor bastard was lucky he’d stepped in when he had.     ❝   whatever the walking talking turd did there’s not a doubt in my mind he deserved to get mauled but i’m more interested in not getting your ass expelled first term in. if you’re still keen on having a go at him we’re both better off finding him after we’re off school grounds, yeah ? s’not like we don’t know how to get shit down on the low.   ❞   he playfully jabbed, hoping to lessen the tension in the air between them. his spirits only lowered when remus shot off in the opposite direction, petty claims of hunger excusing him poorly. 

    ❝   aw come on rem, don’t go blowing your top off on me too, i just figured you’d want an assist before you ripped his bloody head off, i told you i’ll help make it happen later if you’re THAT set on it...  ❞  

[gossiprelated]

[missgroves]

[jamespcttr]

maguhk‌:

° frank !

           the  only  son  of  marcus  longbottom  had  a  habit  of  looking  weary    .    distant    .    like  he  was  constantly  thinking  of  something  else    ,    something  more  important    .     chances  were    ,   he  wasn’t    .    the  boy  wasn’t  as  mysterious  as  people  often  thought     .       ❝    oh  i’m  not  complainin’      .     she  just  bought  me  lunch    .   ❞  

          ❝    i’ve    .  .  .    been    .    find  the  expanded  version  in  my  autobiography    .    i  should  apologize  in  advance    .    it’s  riddled  with  mistakes    .  ❞  

° james !

james couldn’t help the chuckle that freely fell from his lips, an amused glint hitting his chocolate hues as his shoulder rose and fell in response. there was something about frank that soothed him strangely, the blanket of kinship covering their exchange as the boy gave him another once over. frank longbottom was someone he could see himself getting a beer with, without nursing the usual headache that came with putting up with strangers conversations.   ❝     i’m tellin’ you know mate, you should have milked her for more.   ❞  

  ❝     that sounds eerily familiar. wouldn’t go to hard on yourself there though, my old man says the time for mistakes is NOW so i guess we better relish in that while we still can.   ❞  

[jamespcttr]

maguhk‌:

⋨ remi !!

            he  broke  himself  again    .    literally     .    his  knuckles  were  cracked  and  bleeding      ,     creating  a  BLOOD  BROTHERS   bond  with  the  poor  bastard  beneath  him    .     rem  growled    .     he  was  wild  in  the  eyes     ,     more  werewolf  than  man  as  rage  seeped  violently  from  his  skin  like  pools  of  sweat      .     crimson  started  to  paint  his  purple  swollen  flesh  as  people  continued  to  shout  for  him  to  stop    .     he  couldn’t  hear  them    .     he  could  only  hear  himself     ,     and  he  was  pissed    .     his  cheek  was  bruised  and  sticky  liquid  dripped  from  his  eyebrow  from  when  the  bastard  got  lucky    .    rem  might  have  been  a  good  fighter    ,     but  he  wasn’t  invincible            though  others  might  have  guessed  differently     .     //   @jamespcttr

° james !

it would be futile to deny that james potter got excited at the mention of a FIGHT. he was only a kid after all, stuck in the body of a young adult pretending to navigate through the motions in hopes of someday joining something BIGGER than himself. the prospect of an intense match igniting a once prevalent interest for a raw sense of violence, an indulgence he’d cast aside when from the moment he’d received the shiny pin that crowned him ‘head boy’, a responsibility far beyond his grasp. even now, a few months after renouncing from the position following his graduation, he was still scrambling to reconcile with the corners of his personality he’d cast aside for the sake of his so called ‘duties’. though guilt plagued the corners of his mind, the rowdy boy still elbowed strangers out of the way in hopes of getting a glimpse of the impromptu event, his excitement flushing rapidly as he caught a quick glimpse of one of the protagonists forcefully hurling his fist into the others jaw, blood tainting his knuckles in an all too familiar fashion. suddenly the attraction of the ill advised battle turned into a wave of rage, a grunt spilling past the boys lips as he forced himself towards the altercation, two seconds shy of saving his friend from the expected retaliation. ironically enough, this wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed REMUS covered in blood and letting his temper get the best of him. james just never got used to it, especially when he couldn’t tell what sticky red blotch belonged to whom. ❝   OY, party’s over ! his voice boomed into the crowd, the unmistakable authority annoying even him. with a short huff, he peeled the stranger back from his friend, stepping between them with a defensive stance, prepared for the retaliation on both parts though his cross stare revealed his unwillingness to let the matter escalate further. ❝   i’d back of if i were you, consider yourself lucky he hasn’t gotten mad enough to tear off your head. sod off before that actually happens. ❞ his dark tone conveying a clear warning to the fuming boy that slowly retreated towards his friends, tossing a parting glare on his way out. ❝   seems stupid to ask but, you alright MOONY ?  ❞

[jamespcttr]

if a freak spell accident had you switching lives with someone else on campus for a day, who would you want to switch with?

❝  OI now that’s a question.                   the conceited arse in me want’s to say i wouldn’t                            change my life even if you paid me. 

but i’d get a kick out of changing lives with SKEETER. seems interesting. ❞

[jamespcttr]

if you had to do-over any one of your hogwarts years, which would you pick?

❝ the early years were pretty dicey, now weren’t they ? 

              bit of an entitled ass in my day, as many have been so kind to remind me .  but hey if i could do it all over i’d knock some sense into me.                         not TOO much though, no ones perfect and i did have me a right ol’ good time.❞

[jamespcttr]

is it easy for you to find the good in people?

❝ it used to be easier when i was a young ol’ lass. 

                       a NAIVE little sod.

i still try, but people are quite S H I T, aren’t they?  ❞

[jamespcttr]

[jamespcttr]

blcksirxs‌:

° sirius !

sirius clamped a hand over his chest, fingers curling, he let out a pained gasp.   ❝  i’m    sorry ,   for a second i thought you said we’re   old.     ❞   no  ‘we’  had passed james’ lips , but the alternative,  that they were separate, of varying minds and souls, did not cross his thoughts for even a moment. even as time and james trudged fearlessly ahead, sirius clung to old habits, suspended in youth. an issue reserved for a darker day, when the stakes were greater than a fulfilling party. he spread his arms, the gesture grand enough to encase the predicament. a statement of sirius black’s honest simplicity of spirit. the world was good, because he smiled. and james would be happy, because he’d make it so.   ❝  overthinking will kill even the funnest of parties, prongs. there’s nothing stopping us from livening things up ourselves, you know.  ❞   his gaze fell to the source of music, eye sprinkled with a familiar mischief as his attention splintered between plans and their conversation.    ❝  ai— if anyone could tame the beast, it’d be you, mate. but the cost—   ❞    his features twisted with a cringe, head shaking as he waved his brother to follow him to the edge of the room. a name clung to the end of his tongue. the red-haired witch with poor taste was no doubt lingering in the back of his friend’s thoughts as well. but if james really was so near moving on sirius could not blame him. or find the grace in himself to bring her up.  sirius instead leveled james’ with a teasing grin, fingers digging through the many pockets of his jacket for his wand and a explosive or two,   ❝  i think, you both could do better.  now help me turn the music up, and the lights down. or maybe flashing  ❞

° james !

his brow crept upwards ever so slightly as he watched his friends dramatics in regard to their inevitable aging, his laugh growing louder by the second as he raced through every possible implication the simple statement truly carried. for two boys that lived off of the thrill of being young and reckless, the notion of aging was incredibly daunting and though they had to come to term with it at some point, it hardly made sense to start at a START OF SEMESTER function. besides, given the circumstances their world currently faced, the jovial mentality of young lively teens that feared no god was probably more acceptable.  ❝   right then, silly me. a mere slip of the tongue padfoot, we’re ETERNAL being. inevitably handsome and young forever. how could i forget?  ❞   james scoffed, quickly grabbing his raven haired friends arm and knocking it down, a sly smirk tugging at the edge of his lips as he offered a nonchalant smirk. he was talking out of his ass and they both knew it. sure, he always did think rita skeeter was a formidable young witch with many attractive features of her own but he’d had the same recurring thought about dozens of witches alike. unfortunately only one painstakingly gorgeous damsel continued to dance through his thoughts throughout the years and his best friend knew for certain who that would be. they just didn’t visit the subject any longer given the many mishaps that had taken place prior, rendering that possibility completely void. even if he was to move on, he doubted anyone could eclipse the affection he held for evans, unfortunately. ❝   eh, she’s got bigger fish to fry any ways. can’t say i’m quite her type. flashing lights or will you be doing the flashing? given the crowd, either option would sure shake things up a bit. just lead the way my friend, i’m right behind you.   ❞ 

[jamespcttr]

maguhk‌:

° frank !

            he  was  late  to  his  first  class    .    his  second  too    .    would’ve  been  late  for  his  third    ,    had  he  actually  decided  to  show    .     ❝   oi    !    james     .     here    .   ❞    he  held  up  a  folded  note  for  the  older  student    ,    his  name  with  a  heart  drawn  on  the  front    .    realizing  how  it  may  have  looked    ,    he  squinted     .      ❝   pretty  girl    .    brown  hair    .   gave  me  a  couple  sickles  to  hand  that  off    .  ❞   //   @jamespcttr

° james !

james was having a bit of a hard time ADAPTING to the new rhythm of a different school with much higher stakes at risk, classic little fish in a big pond scenario and the toll on his mindset was apparent. for the first time in a while, he missed the familiarity of his classmates, the comfort of being a child where consequences were minor. although he wouldn’t admit defeat, his ego had taken a soft beating throughout the first couple of classes at BONNACORD UNIVERSITY and just as he was about to stroll on over to his next pummeling session, a familiar face coaxed a much needed smile onto his lips.

 ❝ frankie boy, sorry for the hassle ! shoulda asked her for more than that, honestly. ❞ the boy cleared his throat, reluctantly accepting the note as a slight pink hue colored the tips of his ears and cheeks. ❝ brown hair, ey? guess i’ve got myself a type. ❞ he muttered, quickly shoving the crumpled up paper into his pocket. he’d never been one to relish female attention.   ❝ so, aside from playing messenger, how’ve you been? ❞

[missgroves]

[jamespcttr]

maguhk‌:

° remus !

        ❝   oh   ,    so  ya  got  extra  paper    ?     ❞     he  lifted  his  fingers  to  his  lips  and  mimicked  the  act  of  taking  a  drag    ,    playfully  mistaking  the  reason  for  james  using  the  words  excitement and  rolling    .   he  knew  what  he  meant     .    things  were  hardly  ever  dull  when  his  mates  were  around    .    and  while  their  lives  often  turned  wild  and  chaotic     ,    he  was  pretty  damn  certain  he  wouldn’t  have  gotten  arrested  had  they  been  beside  him   .

        ❝   alright    ,    alright     ,   ❞     he  mused  with  an  arched  brow    .     ❝   on  a  scale  of  playful  inconvenience  to  full-on  riot    ,    where  do  we  stand    ?      ‘cause  I’ve  already  seen  a  few  hits    .    lots  of   .  .  .    fights  going  on   .   yeah    ,     like  arguments     .     ❞     just  five  minutes  ago    ,    rem  had  overheard  a  piss-fest  when  a  boyfriend  openly  admitted  to  finding  mary  macdonald  sexy    .   it  was  pretty  common  knowledge  among  the  male  population    ,   but  jesus    ,    don’t  tell  your  girlfriend  that   !

        the  werewolf  let  out  a  tsk   ,    tsk  before  taking  a  sip  of  his  own  drink    ,    unaware  that  it  might  have  veritaserum  laced  in  the  mix    .

° james !

though he hadn’t INTENTIONALLY directed their conversation there, his eyes instinctively sparkled at the mention of the alternative, his right shoulder rising and falling nonchalantly while his hand mindlessly dug into his pocket.  ❝ i might have one or two, should the festivities get a little dull. you suggesting we break it out a little earlier than planned?  ❞ he questioned, offering up a suggestive head tilt towards the exit. ❝ a quick little pick me up.  ❞

 ❝ for the sake of all those involved, i’d say let’s take it easy for our first endeavor. just enough to draw a few eyes away from the tossers with flying fists. wouldn’t want them to steal our show. ❞ james quickly surveyed the room for any sign of previous quarrels, ever the sucker for an interesting scene within reason. should anything get out of hand, he’d most likely get sucked into disarming the armed bomb as remnants of his days of head boy still lingered in his personality.  ❝ let’s let all the fresh meat get used to our chaos. how’s the competition looking, what was the scuffle you witnessed? enough to get skeeter involved? ❞ the boy followed suit, raising his glass in mock cheers before taking a couple of hearty gulps, gently clearing his throat though still unsuspecting of the potion that had been so generously administered along with the refreshments. 

[jamespcttr]

blcksirxs‌:

° sirius !

❝  your  grumpy  old  man  impression  is  coming  along.  at  least  i   hope  that’s  an  impression.   ❞   sirius  intoned  with  a  bemused  stretch  of   his  lips,  gaze  steady  on  his  friend  even  while  he  was  busy  surveying  the  room.  teasing  aside,  there  was  a  certain  lightness  returning  to  the  former  gryffindor’s  features.  his  shoulders  loose  and  that  twitching  muscle  in  his  cheek  had  settled  into  a  warm  expression  with  the  please  of  present  company.  a  sway  allowed  him  to  give  a  light  shove  to  james’  arm,  a  soft  and  common  plea  for  the  other  boy’s  attention,  an  old  gesture.  sirius  wasn’t  quite  sure  himself  who  had  decided  this  nonsense  that  this  crowd  was  ‘old  enough’  to  warrant  the  free-flow  of  alcohol,  as  he  could  not  imagine  a  less  deserving  bunch,  especially  himself.  that  didn’t  mean  he  wasn’t  going  to  enjoy  the  long  con  of  adulthood,  freedom  so  close  he  could  taste  it.  his  smile  widened,  his  words  determined  to  pull  his  friend  from  the  edge  of  dissatisfaction.   ❝    i  don’t  think  the  guy  ever  showed  up  to  begin  with.  —you  alright  there,  james ?  feelin’  sick  yourself  ?  maybe  you  looked  at  skeeter  a  little  too  long.  ❞  

° james !

❝ has it ever occurred to you that the transition has finally happened and i truly have become and old man, annoyances included ? might take a crack out of sluggy’s old book and start yelling at kids over nonsense to truly complete the transition.  ❞ james chuckled, shoving his old friend back with the same ease and comfort that always trickled into any exchange, the familiarity of his brother being present settling any passing nerves harbored in the pit of his stomach. unsurprisingly, james potter always felt like he was on top of the world when beside sirius, a notion that had undoubtedly landed them both in a world of trouble countless times before.  ❝ he was on to something, hosts never enjoy a party. save for us, we seem to have a knack for relishing in the unwarranted chaos that comes with any of our gatherings, i think it’s a talent we’ve cultivated rather well. can’t say i’m feeling particularly uneasy, more like ready for something interesting to happen and this whole hoopla is pretty underwhelming. skeeter’s looking pretty fit this year, reckon i’ve got a chance with the broad? i could offer up some scintillating secrets about the illustrious marauders and score myself a hot date.  ❞