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lily:

   They found themselves staring at James for a while as he spoke about breakfast, they didn’t knew when she started appreciating these small gestures he did ; maybe, because nobody really asks them about how they are as much as he does. “ That I can’t promise, but I’ll try.” they spoke after shaking their head out of the small transe- after all sometimes she couldn’t get herself to eat.” I’m sure that is just because the books aren’t as light as a Quaffle, but they’re less hurtful.”

 Lily thought she’d bother him for a second when she complained about something for the first time, but she didn’t- she reckoned he had just a hard time figuring what to say. And wasn’t he right about that- they never told anyone about their mother’s death and somehow she considered telling  about it to James. He had earned that trust from her. “ It’s nothing big…it’s just that I unexpectedly lost a very close family member and well…let’s just say that I miss that person everyday and it affected my relationship with pretty much everyone else . Not that they were perfect before, but…my summer wasn’t the best. How was yours?” they shrugged their shoulders, moving their eyes from him to the books with a sigh. It was still a little vague, but it was more than nothing. Turning their head back to him, she laughed. “ Before dinner I’m going to get some of these back then…like, most of them.”

“Evans, if I need to begin waking up at the crack of dawn to sit on this very armchair every morning with a cup of tea and a bit of fruit for you, I will,” James interjected after they made him such a shaky promise. “We can eat together.” He looked at them with loving concern in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I would never try and convince you to eat a three course meal so early in the morning. Just a little something for your stomach, that’s all,” he reassured as he shifted so he could wrap his arm around their shoulders. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself, the expression only broadening as they compared the books to a Quaffle. “You’re right about that. ‘Cept those books did hurt my pride some, so they have that against them. I can do no wrong with a Quaffle.” James listened to them as they spoke about their summer, feeling guiltier than ever that he’d been too wrapped up in causing trouble around Godric’s Hollow and London with Sirius to write. His friend needed him to raise his spirits, but it seemed Lily could have done with some of his charm too. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said quietly. He wasn’t smiling anymore. He turned his body so he could give them a proper embrace, holding them close to his chest as he stroked their back. Coming from a small family, death was something that James hadn’t really been directly acquainted with, but he understood loss. “You’ve always got me to care for you. If you ever need a place to stay outside of Hogwarts, I’m here, okay ?” He shook his head when he was asked about his own summer. He wasn’t going to brag and admit he had the greatest break of his life, so he kept his answer vague. “It was nice. Spent it with Sirius and the lads came to visit regularly so I was never lonely. I missed you, though.”

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frank:

“Kimchi, huh? It looks…interesting.” It reminded Frank of the first he tried out tamales, and how long it took for him adjust to the general spicy flavour of everything his mother cooked. Looking at the vegetables, the Hufflepuff tried to keep an open mind. “Yeah, moms do that a lot. Put love and affection into whatever they make. You sure you don’t want some for yourself? I mean…—” He put the offered forkful into his mouth, chewing slowly yet thoughtfully. “It’s…got a strange flavour. Unlike anything I’ve tried…it’s good, I guess.”

James rolled his eyes as Frank asked him if he wanted any for himself. He gave a playful look that said ‘quit stalling !’ ( complete with a hand gesture ), and when the Hufflepuff opened his mouth to bring the fork closer to his tongue, he held his breath and waited for the verdict. It wasn’t a glowing review, but it wasn’t entirely negative so Prongs decided to take it as a win. “I wouldn’t steer you wrong, mate !” He took the jar back and capped it, then looked at the other wizard with a pleased expression. “What did you get up to over holiday, Longbottom ? Tell me a sexy story about one of your many conquests. I’m all ears ~”

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wormtail:

Peter’s smile stayed plastered on his face as James laughed alongside him. Feeling accomplished, even if he knew it himself that he’d messed the entire joke from from the moment he started telling it. “Celebrate?” he repeated. Unsure exactly what they were celebrating. But, since when did they really need a reason to break out the whiskey?

“Disguises. Less chance of getting caught.”

James hopped off his bed and strode across the dorm to his trunk, where his precious cloak was stored. He pulled it out and wrapped it around his body, though made sure his face was exposed ; Peter was so much shorter than he was, it probably a horrific sight to see his floating head up in the air from his point of view. “What should we disguise ourselves as, mate ? How bout a married couple from France ? We can do accents,” he chuckled, letting the cloak drop to the floor as he knelt down and rummaged through his trunk. “Unless you’d rather stay in. I’ve got plenty of firewhiskey and some vodka on hand.”

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emmeline:

“Are you not always trying to be a prat, James Potter? If you aren’t, you certainly have some personality overhaul to begin soon. This castle is split into two groups - the ones who worship the ground you walk on because you happen to be agile on a broom and have have a leader’s personality that you use to lead sheep to slaughter and the ones who hear your words for what they are and comprehend just how irritating you can be. If you don’t want to be seen as a prat, stop acting like one,” Emmeline mouthed off, acting as if it was as simple as that. She didn’t take excuses or explanations. All she understood was hard work and results.

“Ah ... I take it you’re in the latter group, aren’t you, Emmeline ?” James asked quietly, his cheeks heating up as her words sank in. He processed them carefully, nodding his head as though he was agreeing with her. “I know you’re not interested in hearing any excuses, but ... I’m just trying to have a laugh or two before we graduate. You’re only young once ; life can be over in the blink of an eye,” he said softly, glancing down at his feet. The reality of war had already sunk in over the holiday. He saw blood supremacy rip his best friend from his family and it finally dawned on him how serious these matters really were. “Maybe I can use my leader’s personality for good someday. You’ll see. By the time we graduate, I’ll be a new man.”

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“So. What do you think ?” James asked with a proud smirk as he tugged on strands of messy vibrant red hair. He was so postively thrilled with himself that any negative feedback would surely ruin his entire day. “Could give Evans a run for their money, yeah ? ... Don’t worry, it’s only colovaria ; as captain, I need to show my team some support, so I’m going to be sporting this look during try-outs and games. Groovy, isn’t it ?”

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regulus:

This wasn’t a laughing matter to him. Regulus held the smoking howler in his hand and he could still hear Walburga’s screech. He didn’t need this sort of public heckling. “Yes, I’m sure it’s positively hilarious for you to jeer at my personal life.. The fuck are you supposed to send to a woman who spends her life making you miserable? A bouquet of biting flowers?” He laughed sharply. His heart was beating from the discomfort of showing such emotion around Potter, but also an anger he had no current desire to hide. The year was only beginning, and he was already unraveling. “Okay,” Regulus replied with similar derision. For a moment, he considered asking after his brother. But the thought was quickly replaced with an ache of anger that had yet to subside. 

As far as Potter was concerned, Regulus deserved all the heckling he could muster, but that soft spot for the younger lad had him backing off. His laughter already died down abruptly, and as he listened to the Slytherin speak, his posture shifted. “Hilarious ? ... It was a bit, actually. Loved watching your expression. Mummy dearest must be riding you hard.” James spoke in a lighter tone of voice, but he wasn’t smiling anymore. Regulus had stated his life was miserable because of Walburga and that softened his hard exterior. He almost wanted to wrap his arms around the boy and tell him things could get better if he removed himself from such a toxic home, but knew that his sympathies wouldn’t be well-received. “’Okay’ ?! That’s all you have to say when someone compliments you ?” James asked, unable to stop the corners of his mouth from twitching into a little smirk. “Reggie baby, you grew a lot over holiday. You’re almost as tall as I am.”

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lily:

   “ I said I’ll eat at dinner, it’s nothing much to worry about.” and it wasn’t- even dizzy the redhead would find a way to get back on track and continue like nothing’s wrong. “ yeah…I kind of wished you accepted the role of Head Boy too.” they confessed, gently placing their books next to his. “ well, there are actually fifteen books. half of them are of history and half of them are for potions.” she looked over at him for a second- she knew he was expecting her to seat by his side, so with a small sigh she gave in and took a seat besides him. “ I rather  do work than have time to think about…anything else.” she no so-subtely spoke, their summer had been the worst and it was nothing but relieving for the redhead to be back at Hogwarts where they could draw in work and forget about anything else. a smile resting on their lips the second he offered his help. “ Alright, I promise I’ll come to you if I have any questions.”

“I suppose that’s fair ... but try not to make a habit out of skipping out on breakfast, Evans. It’s the most important meal of the day for a reason, yeah ?” James sighed. He wished he could run to the kitchens to prepare them some tea and something light to eat, but dinner was just around the corner so it’d probably be best if the waited to escort them to the hall. “Fifteen books ?! No wonder I couldn’t see where I was bloody going and wound up having that nasty spill,” he shook his head, though a wide smile appeared on his face as they approached him. He pat the empty space beside him and bat his eyes, and when they actually sat down ? His heart began to beat wildly in his chest. He could hardly hear what they were saying, it was pounding away so severely, so his reaction was delayed. “... Sickle for your thoughts ? Seems to me like you need someone to talk to ...” James voiced his concern softly as he turned his head to look at their face, his expression full of worry. With everything going on in his own life over the holiday, he didn’t get a chance to write to them, so he was completely in the dark. “That’s a promise I’m going to hold you to. If I catch you reading any books about traditions, consider it confiscated ~”

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rabastan:

“Go right ahead. I’ll deal with it as any real wizard should. What’s the point of having a wand if you’re not going to use it to get yourself out of trouble?” Rabastan asked. “Just because you’ve got a crush on a Mudblood doesn’t mean you have to be their knight in shining armor, Potter. So, shove off and play with your broomstick.”

James cringed when Rabastan indirectly referred to Lily as a mudblood ; not only was it a personal attack, but it was the second instance he’d used the word during their short conversation. The first time Potter had ignored it, but not again. He pulled out his wand, pointed it at the Slytherin’s leg, and quickly cast the fire making charm, as promised earlier. Though now, rather than out of jest, he was casting it as part of his white knight complex. “Incendio,” he cried out, his jaw clenched as he watched the flames erupt from the tip of his wand to lick Rabastan’s trousers. While he made sure to contain the fire by casting a rather weak charm, he was still ready to extinguish it if need be, the word aguamenti dancing on the tip of his tongue. He’d give Rabastan a chance to put his galleons where his mouth was, though. “Watch what you say, mate, or next time I’ll aim higher ... you know. Where it really counts.”

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emma:

Emma made an over dramatic gagging noise, and rolled her eyes for real this time. “Your ego is intolerable, Potter - but keep calling me babe and we’ll see how many more visits to this God awful room there are this year.” The threat was just that, a threat. She knew that there’d undoubtedly be several more moments share together in this room before the term was up, let alone the end of the year, regardless of what he called her. “You could be right, not that I’m admitting you are or anything, but you are incredibly vocal - all the time - so it is quite the surprise we haven’t been caught. Yet.” His lips eagerly greeted hers with all the hunger that hers a taken to his, and the two fell into a comfortable rhythm that was quickly becoming familiar. His hands roamed, and hers tangled into the unmanageable black mess that he called hair. Emma had been far from celibate over the summer break, but she’d admit only to herself that she’d been somewhat eagerly awaiting the reunion between them. Maybe it was the thrill behind keeping it a secret, meeting in secret and sneaking around, or maybe it was the pure heated passion, she didn’t know - or care, in that moment all she cared about was the way his lips moved against hers and the way his hands felt on her body. Eventually she pulled back, if only to catch her breath and tried to ignore the look of triumph in his eyes as if he’d just won some personal battle. “Keep that up and we’re going to miss the feast entirely.”

“Love when you threaten me, Vanity ... it makes everything feel all the more dangerous,” James said with a devilish smirk, though his ego was not allowing him to suspect her threats were anything but empty. He had to chuckle when she called him vocal, because it was undeniably true. In fact, her comment caused his cheeks to turn just the softest shade of pink. He liked to make sure his partners knew how good they made him feel, so he never bothered to put restraint on his volume during their past hook-ups. He rolled his eyes in an attempt to hide his shame, but the victory she held over him was cut short the moment she broke their kiss. James lovingly pressed his lips to the corners of her mouth and kissed each side lightly ; it was almost like his signature.  “Wish I hadn’t told the gang I’d be back by the time the Sorting Ceremony was over,” he said breathlessly, his eyes dark and shimmering with desire, adoration, and yes, triumph. A large part of him wished he could take Emma’s hand and walk back into the Great Hall with her, side by side, in front of everyone ; that would almost be more satisfying than a quick shag in a dusty old classroom. He was staring at her now, tongue moistening his kiss-swollen lips. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, hands slipping under her blouse as he pressed his lips to hers again, though this time he was more tender, slower, passionate. 

“I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I missed you,” James said as his fingers traced abstract patterns against her skin. He didn’t want to admit that he was surprised she actually went through with meeting up with him during such a risky time, but he was being selfish and wanted to see her alone before he had to go out and force himself to socialize with everyone he hadn’t seen over the summer. 

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bellatrix:

One could almost hear the crowded hall part for him as he strode towards her and as if she’d almost expected one of the many knights in gryffindor colors to show up, she merely rose a brow as she spun on the toe of her foot to face him. His snarl matched by her sickly sweet smile, “Oh bully, who needs a proper temperament to teach a little lesson here or there.” An over exaggerated roll of her eyes paired with a light scoff brought her a little closer, waiting to see what he’d do almost. “Apparently not, don’t tell me you’re just working that out now, Potter?”

“Of course not ; I’ve been well acquainted with your lack of shame from the moment we met, Bellatrix,” James said sternly. His nose curled in a snarl ; she was so beautiful - it ran in the family - but she made his stomach churn in disgust whenever he looked at her. She’d never done anything to directly mistreat him, but ever since they were young, she gave off an aura that was incompatible with his own. The fact that she didn’t stand by Sirius when he needed her only enhanced the foul taste in his mouth. “I suggest you apologize to the poor bastard before I really get nasty,” he threatened. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, since his retaliations with Snape mostly involved flipping him over mid-air and exposing his filthy undergarments to the school, and James knew he couldn’t pull anything as crude as that in this case. He was childish, but he had some semblance of a sense of respect. “At the very least, wipe that satisfied smirk off your face. You’ve done nothing to gloat about.”

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q: as someone who is so handsome, do you have any worries?

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dear wormtail:

“… Okay, so then the uh, the priest goes…. uh…” Peter had been going on with this joke for about ten minutes. With pauses as he tried to remember how exactly it went. Such as now. “Um… well, it, uh…” He trailed off with a loud chuckle.

“I don’t really remember the end, but what he said was hilarious.”

James couldn’t help it ; he had to reach out his hands and pinch Peter’s cheeks as he attempted to tell his joke, which probably contributed to the ten minutes it took for him to get to the ‘punchline’. He had a smile lingering on his face the entire time, finding amusement in the way Peter’s face lit up as he laughed. He just loved to see the lad so happy and excited, so he was thoroughly entertained by watching Peter alone. When his friend finally admitted he couldn’t remember the end, it didn’t matter, because he was still bent over laughing.

“MATEEEE ! That IS hilarious,” he fanned himself as tears of amusement pricked the corners of his loving eyes. “It’s not about the punchline, it’s about the way you tell the joke, and you nailed it, my friend. We should bust open a bottle of firewhiskey and celebrate.” He wasn’t sure what they were meant to be celebrating, exactly, but he desperately wanted an excuse to spend some one on one time with Peter now that they were back at Hogwarts. “Or maybe we can take the old cloak out for a spin and sneak down to the pub in disguises, yeah ?”

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mary:

“i’m so happy to be back. it always feels like i’ve lost a part of myself every time we leave and coming back is definitely like coming home. don’t you think so?”

"m a c d o n a l d !” with a bit of a spring to his step, james strode up to his housemate and cheered. he was positively thrilled to see her ; it didn’t take much to excite the lad, but mary’s presence was always something he loved, and not, as many would suspect, because it meant lily was probably close-by. as much as he liked to watch the map at night and try to imagine what the pair of best friends were up to when their names were side-by-side, he cherished both of them for different reasons. with mary, he admired her warmth and her ability to stand her ground. “absolutely. i’m thrilled to be back too. ... your hair got longer over holiday, didn’t it ?” he tilted his head and inspected her. “it looks nice, marykins. i was just heading to the common room ... care to join me ?” he held out his arm, offering it up for her to take hold of.

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frank:

“This definitely doesn’t look or smell good, my friend.”

“It’s kimchi, mate ! Just try it ... please ? My mum packed it for the train ride, but I didn’t finish it all. She’s a great cook. Puts love into everything she does.” James grabbed the nearest fork from atop the Hufflepuff table - Merlin knew who it belonged to previously - and dug the prongs into the small glass jar, waving the utensil in Frank’s face as he tried to tempt him with it. “Trust me, one bite and you’ll be hooked. Ask Sirius or Peter.” His face was glowing with pride.

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regulus:

“Man, I just love Mothers’ Day. Love thinking about mothers, talking about mothers, receiving howlers from your own mother.. what a wonderful celebration of the family unit.”

James snorted at Regulus’ tangent, a large hand reaching up to cover quivering lips as his shoulders shook with laughter. He wasn’t sure what he found more amusing ; the fact that the younger male was such a little suck up to Walburga, or the tone of voice in which his sentiments were delivered. “Thinking about Mother’s Day so early, Reggie baby ? It’s funny YOU, of all people, would mention celebrating the family unit,” he commented, his friendly tone slowly morphing into something unpleasant and bitter. There was a point in James’ life where he considered Regulus to be a little brother, so there was an ache in his heart as he stood in the Slytherin’s presence, but he tried to be subtle. “You’re looking well,” he added dryly.

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lily:

  Lily was a little surprised at how things changed between the two of them during these seven years- at first they had classifyed him as an arrogrant arsehole and that etiquete stuck with them for years; but, it suddenly changed when she  realised he was more than that . He might still be arrogant, but she saw through the facade- she saw more than the James Potter everyone knows. “ Well, as long as the person treats me right and the ones around…it wouldn’t be hard to fall. The Squib is quiet impressive indeed.” they never thought she’d actually have a geniune conversation with him or that he’d be so worried about her. “ I was going to the commons actually- are you coming there too? I’ve just picked up some books from the library to make sure I know everything I need to know as Head Girl. I don’t want to miss out on anything…many have expressed the concern of me being a muggleborn and that maybe I don’t know wizard’s traditions. ” she looked down at their books, damn they did forget to eat today. “ I..will eat at dinner. It’s alright.”

“... Evans, you’ve got to get some protein in you,” James said, brows furrowed in concern as he looked at them with a sympathetic expression. “Merlin, you must have at least a dozen books ... when are you going to sleep ? ... Wish I accepted Head Boy now ... then I could properly protect you from all the slander. Trust me when I say this : there’s already no one else more suited for the job than you, so give yourself a break, yeah ?” When they reached the common room, James was quick to set the pile of books he had in his arms down on the nearest empty table. He plopped down on one of the extra large arm chairs by the fire and shifted so there was enough room for Lily to join him. It’d be a tight fit, but he was more than happy to share with them. “Take a load off ! You deserve a rest !” He said. “And by the way, if you need to know anything about wizard traditions, just ask me. You don’t need to read about them - I’m more delightful than any old boring book, promise.”