Bad Influence

James Potter ✗ 20 ✗ married ✗ auror ✗order member "The question isnt who is going to let me ... Its who is going to stop me."

[jamespottlr-blog]

{ sirivsorionblack }

❝ I know that you spent the entire evening out;          I was with you, you twat. Doesn’t mean you have       an excuse for lagging behind. The day doesn’t          stop just because you’re a lightweight with a hangover. ❞

Though really, Sirius was surprised that he was faring so well. He could only recall bits and pieces of the evening before: a rush of friends, a slurred countdown, a roar and a kiss as the New Year came rolling in. It had been brilliant, but it had left him groaning in bed this morning. The last thing he had wanted to do was pull back the curtains and face the day, yet here he was, in the middle of Diagon Alley, rushing about with all of the other people trying to make the most of their self-proclaimed new beginnings. 

“Has anyone ever told you, what a fucking imbecile you are? Pretending as if your fucking head isn’t about to explode...  Or on the other hand, if it isn’t then I demand to know as  to why that is? Are you going soft on me mate? Or is your alcoholic ass becoming accustomed to getting fucked up?”

His voice was croaky as James grumbled out. His feet just barely not tripping over stray rubble on the broken pavement. The sheer length of the conversation made James want to find a bed, his or otherwise really, to just c r a s h. Why he had agreed to be dragged to Diagon Alley of all places, the day after the new year--- James didn’t know. Or perhaps it was just S i r i u s who always had a way about him that made James obey his command.... even when he had puked in the shower not even three hours prior. 

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{ mr-rabastan-lestrange }

He stood on the cobbled street, hand shielding his eyes as he squinted up at the windows in front of him. Pieces of parchment stuck to them, each loudly declaring some stranger’s new year resolution. Though they were hardly readable through the glare, Rabastan was 99.9% sure that a majority of them were about losing weight. “…They’re hollow. If you cared about making a change in your life, you could do that any time. But, here, it’s just for a mome– the moment? Just because. Do you have motivation? No, just because it’s a new year. But a year’s just a marker, that’s all.”

Wandering through abandoned streets were pretty much one of James’ least favorite things to do. Nah, he liked action and noise. Loud conversations and children to block his path so he could grumble like an old coot about not gaining the r e s p e c t that he assumed he owned. Though with the quiet atmosphere, came the idle time in which James could pretty much ‘stop and smells the roses’, or however that fucking muggle quote went. So it was with a slow and deliberate action, did James wander up to another, taller, man which his back towards James whom seemed to be staring aimlessly before him. His first instinct was to play the fool----- but upon seeing the actual face of the man, James changed tactics. “I don’t recall anyone asking for your fucking opinion.” James replied slowly with an unconcerned shrug following suit. “Why do you care what people choose to make their resolutions for anyways?” He asked, mainly to take up time, but also considering he was very bored and the question fell from his tongue just so easily. 

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{ petreconstcntin }

New Years was fun. Wasn’t New Years fun? Petre thought so, and he had been sure to tell everyone he saw that he thought so – at the top of his lungs, no less, shirt unbuttoned halfway and reeking of cheap booze. That was the state he found himself in well after midnight. Stumbling through the streets singing in Romanian, trying to either find his way home or find his way to the bottom of the bottle in his hand.

Wandering through the strange house whilst attempting to not trip over stray bodies was never James strong suit. He had stepped on several hands already..... possibly broke a finger or two on the tiny brunette a few corridors back. He didn’t pause to find out for sure though. As he continued down the beaten path of empty booze bottles, James finally made his way to the outside world. He had attempted to steer clear of the harsh s c r e e c h i n g, that may have passed as singing had he been less drunk. Midnight had came and passed without much of an excitement. James had celebrated, but now he was ready to go home and get a decent shag before passing out completely. He staggered, and leaned up against a cold wall for support once the world had rudely decided to twist on him. “Watch it.” He slurred harshly as someone had passed him, the stench of booze passing over him and making his stomach twist.

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{ emmalcstrange }

The night before had not been kind. Fireworks the whole night, not a bit of rest. Not to mention drinking too much champagne, toasting to a new year and getting absolutely toasted herself in the process. Oh, well. Emma always had been a bit of a lightweight. When the curtains were thrust open so suddenly, she looked up as slowly as she could manage, eyes narrowed and one hand raised in defense against the onslaught of harsh sunlight. “Do you mind? Some of us didn’t get their beauty sleep last night.”

He had has his fair share of horrendous parties through his teenage years. Alcohol and laughter intertwined with his dire need to make things explode---- it went without saying that when James was anywhere near a party, it was meant to be g r a n d. Although this scene had been more of a sophisticated approach from the start, with champagne and soft conversation. It was dull.... though that had been the beginning. Once he had awoken the morning after, and had managed to wander through the unfamiliar place, the night before came back in vague flashes. ‘Fuck’. He spoke, the sound coming out as groggy and hoarse. His head was p o u n d i n g and his chest ached for a headache reliever potion... and of fucking course, the next sound that James heard just made his headache a million times harsher. “Oh shut the fuck up, Vanity.” He mumbled, his voice low as to not make himself cringe by the sound. 

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annabananarps:

                                     Character aesthetics ft Phantom! James Potter

                              ❝ I’d rather be spitting blood, then have this silence fuck me up.❞

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[jamespottlr-blog]

What do you do after a mistake? I usually try to fix it. Like, if I’ve broken something I’ll fix it half haphazardly, so when the next person breaks it, they think they’ve done it.

[jilyblog]

Mischief Managed! (companion piece to this)

[wheneverdeen]

Bob Morley in Lost in the White City.