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JAMES ϟ SIRIUS ϟ POTTER son. brother. seventh year. “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our Light, not our Darkness, that most frightens us.”

[vanoraavery]

                ❛  i’ve been waiting for  ages  you know.  ❜

        QUILL & PARCHMENT are set down with grace, lissome fingers making the ascent to dab at bleary eyes —— exhaustion is a spell she has found no way around, a formula she hasn’t yet solved. fingers massage the juncture between her eyes, whilst lips curl into a fatigued  smile.  ( it is more a grimace, if she allows herself the luxury of brusqueness, but she holds her tongue. )

                           ❛  tardiness should be well kept, in the least.  ❜

                 worn fatigue allows a reprehension too blithe,  laced                           with neither callousness nor vexation  ——                   rather the reprimand is hollow, lacking in fervor,                           yet  thriving  in jest, however minimal.

[jseriouspotter]

    “Sorry.” He’d usually add ‘I’d hate to keep the princess’ waiting to keep     up their snarky repertoire, but the mood just didn’t seem right. Not right now.     He had been out of sorts lately, since the murder, and with Vanora as Head      Girl, he worried. Considering his dear friend carefully, he reached a hand      forward to swipe blonde locks behind her ear.     “I was out and about again. Lost track of time.” James curled his bottom lip     into his mouth. “You look completely buggered.” There were tired lines on     her face, hidden behind that smile. Things couldn’t be hidden from James,     not after how long they had been friends. “”Asking if you’re alright would be     crass, but you need to try and get some rest, Nora.”

[ofdarknessandgold-blog]

“Much obliged, kind sir,” Auden grins, childishly almost, and hooks her arm through James’.

[jseriouspotter]

“Come along then,” James’ lip twirled upwards as he guides Auden to the dance floor. “Shall I lead us then?”

[charlie-foster-blog]

She raises an eyebrow at him and shakes her head lightly, in a way that is almost unnoticeable. She debates inside her mind, for a moment or two, whether or not she should tell him what he thinks and how it is different from what he has just said. This is James, there shouldn’t be a problem telling him (it’s not as something outrageous, either, so…) - after all, he is not mean, not in any way.

She turns her whole body to him, entwines her empty hands and crosses her ankles. She is about to have a real conversation, with someone she is actually paying attention to (someone who she is also not the least annoyed by). “Well, I don’t think making friends should be hard. I think maintaining friends should be. I mean, most friendships start with something dumb and frivoulous like, I don’t know, one’s favorite food. It’s the relationship path that is hard, full of obstacles and things like that.”

[jseriouspotter]

Her body language becomes more comfortable with the interaction which puts James more at ease too. It seems like she has something she wants to add to the conversation and James takes another swig of his punch, swishing the liquid around as he waits. Considering what she says, he tilts his head and leans his weight on his left leg, stuffing a hand into his pant pocket. “I can see what you’re saying. All relationships start with something small. But I guess it depends on at what point you call someone a friend.”

Generally, James was a rather friendly bloke. He could hold conversation just fine, but that didn’t mean he considered each person that he struck up conversation with a friend. It took quite a bit for someone to earn that title from him. He concedes to her point though. "If it wasn’t hard, some would say it wasn’t worth it. I disagree with that notion. There may be bumps in any relationship, but that doesn’t mean that it should be hard to keep a relationship going constant and steady.”

[wnq-writers]

“We’re all bound to get hurt in the end. The hardest part is deciding who you’re willing to hurt for.”

sydnayjae (via wnq-writers)

[paintstainedparkinson]

[jseriouspotter]

“Always a stimulating conversation with you, Parkinson.”  

[paintstainedparkinson]

“We should take a drink, oui? I think the punch is spiked.”

[jseriouspotter]

“Depends how it’s been spiked. We have some potion experts here that I’m not sure I can trust to not lace the punch with magic.”

[wnq-writers]

Cigarettes burn holes through my shirt - I never felt it - but they said it hurt. I’ve lost track of myself, forgetting words; instead of applying pressure to paper with lead, The letters stack up in my mouth forming teeth and a tongue and a swollen mouth that won’t speak. All of you, my young and pale gazing captivators, leave me with only empty intent, clinging to intricate fabrics as you pull away, Developing habits of those who fit into the worlds that are worth as much as to be ignored. Is this what it feels like? Folding in on yourself with fists clenched tight? It is not your fault, it is mine, though beware - your words run parallel to mine. I continue my life through silent strings of codes and averted bodies and the confides my blank word. I turn the knobs of spines, and rip through the paper of my skin and see that I do not bleed. Ink flows through my arms and hands, with all of the world I denied and soaked into my veins. Count the ribs, the connections of bones, the contours of each face. I did not ask for charred eyes or the infinite cells containing a weak poet, Or to take the grips of control and break them so unevenly that I hold all the chaotic power of my own creation. We are meaningless and nothing, yet we contradict everything. Maybe its all just in false hopes and intense feelings of nothing, loving, and death. In the end, I am a rant - a relentless babble of who I can conceive onto paper. I am all the words that just maybe, I could have said, but never let myself say. There is always a questioning as to if the processes of our minds are sick or if we are viewing the world we never see. Everything is broken, but everything is beautiful.

Lita Elkendier, “Chaotic Babble” (via wnq-writers)

[paintstainedparkinson]

“And a cat is not born like a fish is. Worse.”

[jseriouspotter]

“And a mirror isn’t born at all. Perfect.”

[whispcr]

                                             I’M NO HERO.

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[paintstainedparkinson]

“As is your mirror, technically. And it speaks and performs functions also. Do you care about the mirror’s feelings? The vest suggests not.”

[jseriouspotter]

“That’s...a pretty faulty analogy considering a mirror isn’t born like house elves are. But, blimey, is my vest really that bad?”

[paintstainedparkinson]

“Simple; they don’t have any. Have you not heard? Happy to serve.”

[jseriouspotter]

“I have. Happy to serve which is, you know, a feeling.”

[paintstainedparkinson]

“She will adopt you, should you continue. It might. For one, the aforementione concept of loyalty is why feelings are not important.”

[jseriouspotter]

“I’m afraid I already have one grandmum to try and spoil, so I’m not sure I could handle another. See, weren’t you the one just arguing that the feelings of the rich, the joy that they get from having things, was important to consider? I don’t see why the feelings of house elves should be invalidated just because they are loyal.”

[paintstainedparkinson]

“I was joking that time. We’re not actually royalty. Gran’mère just likes to think we are.”

“They’re house elves. Does not count as criteria. That would be like judging people for how they treat their table lamps. Personally, I find table lamps more taxing to treat.”

[jseriouspotter]

“Well, to be fair to your gran’mère, grandmothers are a bit like queens. Or should be treated that way anyway.       House elves can feel, have a concept of loyalty, so I certainly disagree with you there. But talking about that further might get us into dangerous territory.”

[paintstainedparkinson]

“Rule, Grand-mère says. Proverbially. That is a generalization though, is it not? Surely, frivolity is also relative? For example, for me, a good pair of formal shoes is necessary, but for others they may be frivolous. Moreover, even if it is not frivolous, can you judge what is showing off and what is not? Perhaps a thing you think is showing off is simply doing something that brings them joy to the other.”

[jseriouspotter]

“Makes sense. So it’s not so much a traditional position with no real power like it is in the Muggle world? It is. It’s a judgment call. And it’s not like I want to tell people how to spend their money. But it’s part attitude, too. Do you have 40 rooms in your mansion because it brings you joy or simply because you have the money? So you like wearing nice shoes? I don’t think it’s bad to splurge on that sot of thing if you want to. And, ultimately, I think we all buy things that are frivolous at one point or another since there are very few things that we need to live. So maybe it all goes back to attitude. Like, okay, you have house elves, but how do you treat them? I think that can say a lot about a person, and I admit to passing judgments on people, but I see nothing wrong with that.”

[jseriouspotter]

ofdarknessandgold:

“I’m sure that you don’t know what you’re missing until it’s gone, and maybe, just maybe, if I am going to lose my toe, I’d rather it go out in style. What say you?”

“I say that I warned you, and that it’s your toe’s funeral. But after you, m’lady.”

[jseriouspotter]

paintstainedparkinson:

“Sure there is. Look up the Rousseau family next time you visit France. To me, it does not exist, however. Normal to me is grand to a poor man. Grand to me seems unreachable, almost. We simply exist. What is it to you?”

“I’ll have to do so. I’m interested in seeing what wizard kings and queens do. Though I can’t say I often frequent France, but who knows what the future holds after this year. I can see why that’d be the case for you, since you’re used to what I would consider the more ‘grand’ things in life. It’s not like I grew up without money, obviously, but my parents made sure I appreciated what I had since my mother grew up poor. Grandiose things, to me, are things that are more frivolous, I suppose, just a means of showing off wealth and status.”

[gentleblodeuo]

afterglow ( gwen & james ).

[jseriouspotter]

gentleblodeuo:

[ The girl scrunched up her nose, raising an eyebrow at James’ words— she, herself, wasn’t too fond of the vest the boy was wearing but, instead of saying anything or confirming his statement, Gwen let out a laugh and made sure that her feet were firmly planted on the floor; the hand that had instinctively grabbed onto his arm moving up to brush her hair out of her face. ]

                      ——— “ I’m fine, really, tripped over nothing which isn’t very                                       uncommon— I’m more concerned about you walking                                       around in wet clothes. I could try a drying charm? ” 

[ Her lips curled into a pleasant smile, thinking that maybe she’d be able to have some company that didn’t sound too sarcastic, sassy or downright rude— she loved them all dearly, but her fellow students hadn’t been in the best of spirits lately. ]

                     ——— “ How was your evening going before I decided to ruin                                      your outfit, Mr. Potter? ”

“Hey, look, it’s nothing. I’ve got it.”

Reaching into his slacks, James took out his wand and gave it a flick, the liquid dissipating as if it had never been on his vest in the first place. “See, no harm done.” Really, all these signs seemed to be telling him that coming here may not have been a good idea. But he’d thought he’d at least make an appearance, see what Professor Sargon had to say, but instead he’d made a fashion ‘victim’ of himself. 

“Pretty rubbish, to be quite frank. The hors d'oeuvres are questionable, the company thus far hasn’t been all that cordial, but maybe you could turn that around for me?”  Gwen was nothing if not sweet, so he thought the tide was turning for him there at least. “And, please, Mr. Potter is my father. High Lord and Charms Extraordinaire James will do just fine.”