James Potter

James Potter: Marauder || Prongs || Currently Accepting Prank Ideas

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nicomulciber‌:

This cocky bastard. Nicolas shouldn’t have thought any differently when he approached Potter. However, his lips curled into an unsettled grin with devious intent. 

“Oh so it is true that you’ll still lose? Tsk. Where’s that will of yours Potter? Not woken up yet?” Mulciber taunted the other boy with a chuckle. 

Once the broom jabbed him however his reaction turned void. He lifted up the wand in his pocket and swirled it around towards the broomstick. “ Expelliarmus “ Nicolas muttered with precise utterance, his eyes glaring at the other one. Still waiting to see if it did connect and knock the broom from the other’s hand.

“I could go over and wank someone else.” He took notes on whom he had seen in and out of the hospital wing. “One of your pleb friends perhaps.”

Before his reflexes would grip the handle any harder, the broom flew from his hand and onto the grass. His brows narrowed with annoyance. 

“You got some nerve pullin’ a wand out at me Mulciber.” He growled. He was aware that the boy was probably just trying to piss him off, trying to get him to start a duel. It took all his effort to force his pride away and not pull his out in return. 

James made a face. “Faggot.” he muttered, not sure if Nico had intended for that to sound suggestive or if it was a slip of the tongue. Didn’t matter in James’ mind. 

“Don’t touch my friends. Don’t even look at them.” He straightened up to his full height, despite wanting to topple over. He took a step forward to intimidate, his shoulders and chest instinctively puffing out.

“Slither back to the snake pit where you belong, you muggle.” He growled. Normally he wouldn’t use that word as an insult, but sometimes his pureblood ignorance got the better of him.

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

“I do have friends, as you just pointed out yourself while referencing my ‘hot friend’. Do you think before you speak?” Dorcas simply rolled her eyes as her hands shoved into her pockets, shielding them from the cold bite in the air while she walked. Honestly, she could take or leave James Potter, because if she was being completely honest, he was a bit of an ass, but he was… well, he was a bit amusing, wasn’t he? At least, the fact that he seemed to just say whatever he wanted to was amusing.

“Ooh, right. That friend. She’s great. Still not at all interested in dating you, in case you were wondering.” She shot him a look, but it was matched with a smirk a moment later. “Also, perhaps you should reconsider the way you talk about her. Women don’t tend to like ‘great set’a’ being the thing men talk about.”

“Yes, I do. Because I have plans in my life besides ‘be a stupid playboy’, and I’m constantly working toward them. Plants are fascinating, and they’re extremely useful, more than most people realize, but I wouldn’t expect you to understand or care.” She shot him another look, this time her face completely serious. “How are you feeling, by the by? You had a nasty time, should you be straining yourself?”

James rolled his eyes and lifted his brows to the sky. He was glad they were on opposing Quidditch teams. Then again, it would have been fun to boss her around as Captain. 

He chuckled. “Don’t see why not,” he joked with a shrug, trying to be an arse. “It’s definitely meant as a compliment. Not that I’d actually say it to her face or anything...”

“Yaddi yadda plants,” he rolled his eyes at her uppity rant. It was one he’d heard from her before on their previous brief encounters. He didn’t care much for plants but he supposed that someone ought to. Potion making was cool though and that required plants. 

“Hey, I have plans. But I wouldn’t mind also winning the ‘Sexiest Wizard Award.’ Thats a valid goal in life too.”

“Eh, its not that bad. I feel better... Apart from this headache. Flying might actually clear my head a bit.” He said, secretly hoping that to be the case. It was also an experiment to see if a clear head would help recover the lost memories from that day he was petrified. 

“I’d invite you to come but the last time I saw you on a broom, I nearly cringed at your form.” James could say a lot of things but the one thing he knew well was how to fly. He’d worked tirelessly, studying everything there was to know about broom technique, particularly with reference to quidditch. 

He fancied himself like a flying coach, often offering unsolicited advice. 

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ratboypettigrew‌:

Peter shouldn’t have been surprised that what he said fell on deaf ears. James always had had a habit of ignoring anything that wasn’t whatever fleeting thought was passing through that thick skull of his at the moment. His eyes rolled a bit, but he simply reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose to stop the snarky comment from coming out of his mouth. After all, he was still playing the part of the Marauders puppy dog, and that included going along with all of their plans.

So he resigned to his fate and grabbed his book to shove it into his bag. “You know, mate.” The word felt like ash on his tongue, but he managed to keep his tone playful. “These attempts at flirting are getting really sad. Maybe you should try, I dunno, not antagonizing the girl you’re after and her friends.” Still, he got up and slung his bag over his shoulder, offering a bit of a shrug. “Yeah, come on. Let’s go.”

“cuz you’ve got all the girls there, lady killer... I’ll definitely follow your advice.” he teased back, nudging him with the side of his shoulder.

“Oh c’mon, lighten up a bit, will yah?” He smirked, his grin growing as Peter conceded to the idea of a prank. 

“Yes!” He punched the air with a fist and started off towards the library door. 

“So what have you been up to, while I’ve been under? Anything cool?”

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

“Perhaps if you have absolutely no respect for the plants they can wait. Fortunately for myself, I happen to hold them to the highest respect, and am loathe to keep them waiting for anything short of impending death.” Despite her dry tone, Dorcas couldn’t stop the edges of her lips quirking up into a slight smirk, eyebrow lifting slightly. She knew well enough that it wouldn’t take much to get a broom handle out of her way, even if it was being held by a boy much taller than her. James was still off kilter, she could easily get away. Part of her just didn’t want to.

This was far too amusing.

“I can shove you. Physically, I am capable of doing so. What you’re presenting is a moral quandary, and you’ve got to ask yourself, does Dorcas Meadowes have any morals?” At this point, the hidden smirk bloomed into full blown grin as she quickly ducked under the broom handle and twisted to look at him. “You seem to forget that I’m short. As far as my so called hot friend, all of my friends are hot, be more specific. And come on, if you’re coming. I’ll walk you to the pitch to make sure you don’t black out or something.”

“Highest respect ey?” James snorted a laugh. “So that’s why you have no friends,” he added under his breath.

“Physically like a house elf, I mean, sure...” he teased about her size. “Fold my laundry too, while yer at it.” 

“Well I mean––” He was cut short as she dodged his broom. “There yah go, house elf!” He cheered. 

He decided to follow her, there wasn’t much else to do and he’d been heading in that direction anyways. 

James put his broom over his shoulder like a pick axe, and walked slowly beside her. 

“You know the friend Dofus. Got red hair, sexy body.... great set’a...” he grinned cheekily, raising his brows.

“So you spend all your free time here then?” he nodded his chin towards the row of greenhouses.

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ratboypettigrew‌:

“That is an absolute insult, honestly. Disgusting.” Peter rolled his eyes, but a smile played around his lips as he stared James down hard. “My language is beautiful and you ruin it with… whatever that was.” 

Shaking his head a bit, Peter intended to return his eyes to the page of his book while he let James speak, but as he leaned forward in his chair, James was already shutting the book and he couldn’t help but let out a slight groan at that, eyebrows pulling together.

On the one hand, it could be a ton of fun. On the other, it felt almost juvenile. They were 16, they were in the middle (and on opposite sides of) a war. He thought to bring this up, but his mouth closed as soon as it opened and he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you know how behind I am on coursework? I did miss quite a bit of school.” Sighing, Peter leaned back again in his chair. “What do you have in mind?” 

James looked up at the ceiling of the library while Peter carried on about his homework. His mouth moved mockingly while Peter talked, ignoring what the boy was saying. 

“I don’t care. All I hear are excuses.” he laughed. 

“Well....” his eyes sparkled and he wagged his brow. “Was thinking something with the girls. Lily, Marlene, n’them. Tha’ whole lot.” 

“Its always good to get them pissed off, and they’re easy. C’mon.” he pushed his butt off the table and stood up properly, crossing his arm. 

“Could fuck around with their quills... Send hundreds of owls to their dorm... Set lose some chocolate frogs... oh, or real frogs...”

“Yah lets do that.” He patted Peter’s shoulder.  “Sirius’ll be miffed he missed it, but,” James shrugged. “You in?”

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lilymxrie-evans‌:

“Is my love life really your biggest concern at the moment?” Lily asked as she raised her eyebrows at the boy, torn between amusement and genuine disbelief; after being out cold for a little over a month she’d presumed he’d have bigger worries on his plate, but apparently not. “I hope you don’t mind me saying but your priorities are bonkers.” She finally gave way to her persistent smile then, rolling her eyes as she moved to sit down on the ledge beside him.

“Alright, so it might be a bit concerning to see you close to passing out in almost freezing temperatures,” she allowed, because at this point she didn’t think that denying she was worried was going to get her anywhere. He’d probably tease her something awful about it, but she really didn’t think it healthy for him to be out at the moment. “But come on, I’m a Prefect.” If she was wearing her badge she’d have probably made a point of gesturing towards it. “It’s literally my job to look out for other’s. I take it very seriously, you know.”

“Well not quite the biggest.” He chuckled. It wasn’t so much about his priorities, but more so general curiosity and trying to get a reaction out of her. 

He huffed another laugh and smiled at the ground, while he tried to focus on not throwing up or passing out. 

“Oh righhhhttt..” He raised both his hands and waved them in the air. “Sorry miss prefect.” He laughed. “I forgot about your very important job,” he teased. 

It was no secret how James felt towards prefects. It was silly and arbitrary and only as good as inflating your graduation resume. 

“They should give me one of those,” he nodded towards her badge. “Wouldn’t that be a laugh.”

“And then you’d be forced ta see me everyday, doing your speed walking competitions around the grounds,” he teased. 

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nicomulciber‌:

The rumors had circled the snakeden. James Potter had awakened from his petrified state, but he wasn’t supposed to be worried about the Legacy of Salazar. It still pinged his curiosity what the other boy remembered before his almost eternal slumber. Mulciber hadn’t set off to find Potter, but James made it easy for him when the broom blocked his path. Apathetic blues peered at the other boy with a steel gaze. A slow evolving smirk across his lips while he removed the cig betwixt his lips to blow out some smoke.

“Challenge me, Potter?” His deep baritone voice echoed out with a devious chuckle. In a flicker in his mind he could picture the injuries he could commit against the other boy. All the blame would be on the field and not on his own. “How about we race?” Mulciber offered taking another puff off his ‘rette already formulating a plan of action. One fatal fall and he would never have to worry about James Potter, but his other hand had moved from his cig to secure around the base of his wand.

James raised a brow, recognizing the voice instantly. He huffed a cocky laugh as though the boy wasn’t even worth his time. Then again, James found it hard to back down from a challenge–– particularly one coming from a Slytherin. 

“Race? You need me inna half petrified state to have any chance beating me, Mulciber?” He laughed, holding his broom in place stubbornly. 

“Surprised you didn’t ask me while I was still under.” He jabbed the broom forwards to poke at him. “Wanker.”

James was cocky but not stupid. He knew he wouldn’t be as fast right now, as his usual playing speed. And he wasn’t prepared to lose to Mulciber. 

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puff-tedwardtcnks‌:

The joke only made Ted more annoyed with the boy. It must’ve been an odd sight to see the usually calm boy so worked up over something. However this was the only sort of thing that really could work him up so easily, as he usually tried to remain understanding and fair in his job. It was something he tried to keep in mind even now as to make sure he didn’t completely overreact. “Are you through joking around now?” He asked him, quite annoyed that he still wasn’t taking this very seriously. That just told him that the boy was used to getting away with it. Something that only fueled his anger, because it meant that somebody had been allowing him to get away with bullying other students. Surely someone who did such a thing so plainly out in the open had been caught in the past. Certainly not by Ted, but by other prefects and teachers. Whoever they were surely had caught him more than once at this point, and let him off easy. 

Realizing this was nearly enough to change his mind about letting him off with just a warning. The only reason why he didn’t, was because he’d already stated it and wasn’t about to go back on his word. As long as James wasn’t particularly rude to him then he didn’t see the need to suddenly become much stricter. “Why even bother with first years? Over a chocolate frog no less.” Ted wasn’t sure if he would get a legit answer, but it was always something that made him curious. Why some people picked on others over the smallest of things. 

James resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t think him and Ted wouldn’t get along, but maybe he was wrong. He also hadn’t thought the boy was such a square. 

Smart ass remarks flew from his brain to his tongue in less than a second. He sorted through several to find the funniest one. Equally as fast, came images of him being stuck in detention without his mates. And that sucked. 

And so he dumped all of them and just shrugged. “I dunno. A good chocolate frog?” He messed his hair. 

In all truth he didn’t have any idea why he chose to pick on kids, particularly the first years. He’d been trying to stop and had been doing quite well till that moment. It annoyed him how all his previous effort wasn’t recognized. 

“Some of them just piss me off...”

Can I go now or..?” He felt a bit weird getting in trouble alone. He was almost always with a marauder when something happened. 

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If you had to kill one of your friends, which would it be?

“Well, I mean the obvious answer is Sirius, isn’t it? He’s the one most likely to hold up well in a fight, he’s the one most likely to make dying a good time, and if for some absolutely awful reason I was ever forced to make such a choice, he would probably want it to be him over the others. And I can’t in good conscious kill a girl, lest my mother truly bring down the wrath of the blazing hot sun on me.”

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I would hold up way better in a fight than Sirius! I’m offended. Merlin’s nuts Wormy, how could you not kill me first?!

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dorcasrainemeadowes‌:

Dorcas had things to do, she had plants hiding in the greenhouses that needed tending, and as she moved to get there, she hadn’t expected James Potter to block her path in what could be considered the most annoying way possible. Some small part of her mind told her that she could shove past him, no problem, but another part of her told her that she should probably, at the very least, give him a bit of a break. 

“Counter proposal: You move out of my way, and I don’t shove you on your arse. Come on, Potter, I’ve got plants to tend to.”

James smirked, though his broom handle continued to block her path. 

“Oh c’mon Dorky! Think a couple plants can wait, don’t you?” He grinned cheekily. “Besides, you can’t shove me. I’m still recovering.” He nodded slowly, just trying to be annoying at this point. 

“So where’s your hot friend at?” 

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sybltrclwny‌:

Sybill watched as James moved away and closer to the pillar, the warmth that she felt from holding his arm steadily dissipating. Despite the boy’s assurances he looked very far from what could be perceived as alright, though Sybill was unsure if that was caused by the petrification. She didn’t know much about it, admittedly, but it would be unsurprising if remaining in a stagnant state caused significant distress to the energies and vibrations of an individual. 

“James,” she began reproachfully, or as reproachful of a tone Sybill was capable of, “have you attempted to balance your chakras since waking? I’m assuming not, given your current behavior.” She shook her head in disappointment, her nose wrinkling in discomfort. “I can feel the unease from here. Very off kilter.” 

Sybill sobered immediately, giving another shake of her head, this time slower and significantly less disappointed. She hadn’t predicted anything as of late, just vague feelings and readings whenever faced with certain individuals. “I haven’t,” she sighed mournfully, as though the idea of not seeing death and decay was awful. “Haven’t seen much of anything, I’m afraid. I may begin smoking gillyweed again…” She trailed off before the usual dreamy look on her face was back and she favored James with a small smile. “Oh yes, I know, James. But nothing is ever untimely, is it? Things merely happen when they were supposed to. Consider yourself lucky that this wasn’t your time.” 

When his time would come, Sybill could not say, but she gave him a reassuring pat on the arm all the same. 

James made a face and snorted a laugh. “Nope. Can’t say I’ve tried that. Don’t even know what a chak-ra is.” He tone wasn’t exactly mocking, but it was clear he was a doubter. 

“Heyyy..” He pretended to be offended. 

Sybil was an interesting bird. James often didn’t know how to take her. She was nice enough, and pretty enough, both of which worked in her favour. But she was odd, and would have been very easy to make fun of. Surprisingly though, apart from mimicking her with the boys in the dorm, they left her alone to her own loony world. 

“Riiiighhhhttt..” James nodded slowly. “Well if you want some weed, we can hook you up.” He chuckled. Sybil was probably a lot more fun when she’s high.  Wouldn’t that be funny.

She patted his arm and he felt anything but reassured. “Well yah, least I’m not dead.” He laughed it off. It was easy to joke about, but with the way things were going, he could only imagine his mother’s face when she’d gotten the call. 

“Just wish I could remember what happened.” He confessed.

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ratboypettigrew‌:

It took absolutely every ounce of control that Peter had not to let out a groan out loud when he heard the voice in his ear. Some small part of him wanted to throw his elbow backwards and shove James off of him, his skin crawling a bit at the contact. On the one hand, James was one of his best friends and he could get behind the playful nature, but on the other, he really wasn’t in the mood for the jokes and the playful banter.

Especially, he thought, because of the nature of things as they were.

Of course, James wasn’t aware of the way things were, not really. None of his friends did, which was absolutely the point, but that didn’t change the fact that there was a strain there, a strain at trying to keep up appearances. 

He hadn’t exactly expected James to come around while he was trying to reset.

“Your Spanish accent is garbage, ciervo. Have I taught you absolutely nothing over the years?” Before he had the chance to shove James off of him, the man himself pulled away and Peter leaned back in his seat to look up at the man with an eyebrow lifted and a smirk on his lips.

“So you are. Felicidades. How long have you been awake?”

James snorted a laugh, happy that Peter was humouring him. “Well I’ll be sure to work on it.” He mimicked Peter’s accent crudely. 

James grinned and crossed his arms, while he thought. “Weeeelllll... Little over half a day now.”

“ Long enough to know you shouldn’t be studying in the bloody library, and instead we should pull a prank.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

“So you up for it?” he wagged his brow, shutting the large book Peter was working from.

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Three days. It only took three days for the questions to become too much for Peter. He didn’t want to keep having to come up with new and ridiculous lies about where he’d been, why he’d been gone for so long. The lie that he had given to his mates was meant to be a closely guarded ‘Resistance’ secret, they couldn’t let the average student know that people were being ‘taken’ after all. The number of lies he had told his fellow students so far ranged from ‘out with a bad case of dragon pox’ to ‘my uncle got married and i had to fly to South America for a while. It was getting old coming up with conflicting stories, watching the confusion at each ridiculous one that contradicted the one they had heard from a friend. 

For once in his life, Peter was tired of fucking with people.

So as he sat in the corner of the library, hunched over a book and trying to get caught up on the work he had missed, he couldn’t help the soft groan that left his mouth the moment he noticed a shift in the air and a shadow fall over him. “¡Demonio! Can I get through one bloody hour of studying without questions, is that too much to ask, mi amour? Just one hour. Una hora with no interruptions.”

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James let out a boisterous and carefree laugh. He’d woken up almost 5 hours ago now, and apart from the wooziness and large headache, he felt great!

He didn’t bother to humour his friend’s grumpiness and instead he wrapped his arms tightly around Peter from behind and yanked him as though preparing for a strangling headlock.

“Well I don’t know mi amour?” James mocked with several kissing faces near Peter’s ear. He knew enough to know what ‘mi amour’ meant in Spanish. 

“Aren’cha glad ta see me?” he exclaimed, flashing his charming grin and resting his chin on Peter’s shoulder, batting his eyelashes. 

He straightened up with a sigh, sensing his joke was over. He squeezed Peter’s shoulders, before turning to lean his butt against the table so he could see his mate. 

“I’m cured!” He opened his arms for Peter to take in his full recovery.

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lilymxrie-evans‌:

“It was quieter without you,” Lily teased, her hand shooting out to gently take hold of his elbow when she noticed him wobble, fearing that he might have been about to collapse. She wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about healing, but she was fairly sure that one should be getting a decent amount of rest after waking up from a petrified state. She very much doubted that flying was something Madam Pomfrey would approve of. Once she was satisfied that he was settled on the ledge and not about to cause further injury to himself, she pulled her hand back, her arms folding across her chest instead, “Do you often make a habit of chucking insults at those that are trying to help you?” She asked, eyebrows raised ever so slightly, “Come on, all jokes aside, you should be up in your dorm getting some rest. You’re clearly unwell, and you’ll end up catching your death out here, it’s freezing.”

He felt a hand on him and next moment he realized he was sitting. James leaned forwards and put his elbows on his knees, hoping the position would settle his stomach and stop the spinning. It helped a bit, only so much that it was just the cobblestones moving, and not Lily’s three heads. 

“Nah just the pretty ones,” he shot back at her comments about helping him out. Normally it would have been accompanied by a large grin, maybe a light brush of her arm, or a mess of his hair. But in the state he was in, his eyes focused on the ground and his arms wrapped tightly around his body to hug himself. 

“I’ll be okay,” he brushed her off, taking the opportunity to look up. He hadn’t even realized it was cold out. 

“There you go again, worrying about me Evans,” this time she got a large toothy grin. “I brought a snuggly jumper with me.” He patted his wooly pullover. It was certainly warm, but not a jacket to keep the January winds out. 

“So what have you been up to while I’ve been under? Dating anyone yet?”

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puff-tedwardtcnks‌:

Ted didn’t even have it in him to fain humor towards the boy. Unable to even roll his eyes at the boys obvious attempt to turn it all into a harmless joke. Which was most likely what James saw it as, a harmless joke that surely wouldn’t actually harm anybody. The prefect saw it as something much different though, knowing that once someone gets bullied once it open up to a much larger issues. Other bullies begin recognizing them as targets until it becomes an ongoing issue. “Well I don’t think those kids found it very funny.” He pointed out, though he was sure it was something he already knew. 

“If you mean do my job, then yeah I occasionally do that in my spare time. Do you always go around tormenting others in your spare time?” He retorted back, using the boys on words to throw back at him. One might’ve thought such a thing could be teasing or witty, but the look that he was giving James was much to serious to accompany something so light hearted. “If I catch you picking on younger students again then I will have no choice but to take away house points and report it to Professor McGonagall. You do understand that, right?” 

James could tell that his charm and tricks weren’t winning Ted over. It was a rare event when someone didn’t give into him. It didn’t make him angry or annoying, in fact it had the opposite effect. Ted obviously took his job seriously, he could respect that. 

“Nah, only on the good days,” he joked, messing up his hair with a shrug. 

James raised both his hands in a motion to surrender. “Whatever you say boss.”

“Won’t happen again.”

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sybltrclwny‌:

It was a bit strange to see James Potter - who had only mere days ago been shut away in the hospital wing, petrified and what the muggles would call comatose - suddenly up and about without a care in the world, as though it was the perfectly natural order of things.

It was a bit too close to seeing a dead man walking and Sybill bristled at the thought, drawing her cloak and books tighter around her. Her fingers clutched the tourmaline pendant around her neck protectively and even after she heard the boys’ laughter, she still maintained to keep a distance between them. 

“All right there, James?” Her brow wrinkled. James Potter had woken up and now Peter Pettigrew was gone from the castle. Sybill wasn’t completely sure what the meaning behind the disappearance was but she believed the symbolism was relevant somehow. Pettigrew was an anomaly that remained unreadable even to her, or perhaps they were simply better at locking away their true feelings. Against her better judgement Sybill reached out to steady James, offering him a hesitant, yet sympathetic smile.

“It will be okay in the end, you’ll see. Sometimes we have to choose to come back just as you did.”  Words that he could hopefully take comfort in regarding his friend’s disappearance.

James smirked, recognizing his classmate Sybill beside him. He felt a hand on his arm, and squeezed his eyes shut to clear away the dizziness again. 

“S’alright,” he said, though he moved closer to lean on the pillar and pressed a hand to his forehead to give it a rub. 

“I’ll just have to shake it off and then I’ll be up in the air in no time,” he laughed weakly. He hated feeling like he wasn’t able to do things. And there was nothing worse than being stuck inside all day, especially when he’d been locked away for what people have told him were weeks now. 

“What about you? Predict anyone’s untimely death today?” He teased. “Oh no, thats not why you’re here, is it? Cuz I just escaped a real bad way..” he laughed. 

James didn’t believe in all that mumbo-jumbo. 

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puff-tedwardtcnks‌:

Ted looked the boy up and down, recognizing what he was doing. He also knew how difficult of a position he’d put the first-years in as he’d been in that position before. You speak up, and you risk being tormented even worse. A mistake that he himself had made in the past. A mistake that he wouldn’t make again, but he wasn’t about to let it happen to them. Plus he was sure that James was no where near as bad as his bullies, so after this incident it would hopefully end. Reaching out, Ted grabbed the chocolate frog and tossed it over to the boys. “Go back to your common room or wherever you were going before.” He told them, watching them scurry off quickly before turning to the Gryffindor once again. 

“Not cool.” He told him. Ted had lots of things he wanted to say, none of them very nice and all of them very close to bubbling to the surface. He couldn’t lose his cool though. 

“Oh come onnnnnnn Teddy!!” James sighed with feigned disappointment, watching the first years todder off. He didn’t really care about the implied ‘loss,’ or the fact that the chocolate frog was returned to its rightful owner. 

James hooked an arm around the prefect’s shoulders playfully. 

“I was just having a laugh,” he sighed with a shrug. Part of him was starting to feel guilty about it already. He’d promised himself he’d avoid causing trouble, at least with the first and second years. 

“Yah yah,” James sighed rolling his eyes knowingly. It wasn’t cool, and yet he was still pulling the same shit. Where was Sirius when you needed him?

“So this what you do on your spare time then, ey?” He tapped the shiny badge on his robes, letting him go. “Torment me, while I’m tormenting others?” His tone had changed and he returned to his lighthearted self, giving a laugh at the comical irony and trying to ease the tension. 

“Coulda at least given me a heads up, else I coulda knicked it from them sooner,” he teased.