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james potter. sixteen. gryffindor. _________ heroes aren't always the ones who win. they're the ones who lose, sometimes. but they keep fighting, they keep coming back. they don't give up.

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lilmisscarrow:

“I can’t believe we were so close to finding love, Potter. Don’t I love a boy who can impress me with his honesty.” Eyebrow raised, Alecto had her arms folded over her chest. “I wanted to call you so much more, but I didn’t want you to know. But since we’re here…” Voice dropping to the conspirator’s whisper, “…I thought you were as stupid as a Niffler.” Looking at him intently, the Ravenclaw didn’t have to think twice (even though his touch sent a surge of information to her mind, facts that would never even be in her mind in the first place); with a look of mock sorrow, she had to reject James. “I’m afraid our parents will never let it be. My brother would be against it, and I cannot ever disappoint him.”

“Your family be damned!” James banged a fist on the table, garnering the attention of several nearby students who looked on with curiosity and confusion. “How can you deny these-- these--” He struggled to look for the proper word, glancing around before landing back on Alecto’s eyes with a smile. “These passions. Run away with me, Alecto. Say you’ll be mine.”

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precipitantpadfoot:

Sirius sighed, a mix of bemusement at the situation and relief that James already had a plan in the works. Of course, Sirius was no stranger to retaliation- having James Potter as your best friend meant that you had to be accustomed to leaving your mark in obvious ways- but that saved him the trouble of playing super sleuth and finding the true culprit. His Sherlock Holmes outfit could live to see another day. 

“Well, come out with it, then,” Sirius said at length, affixing James with an asking gaze. “Who was it, what do you want to do to them, and can I involve a costume? This is obviously a matter for espionage. I want to play a role.”

He reached into James’ lap, taking the bowl of pudding and having a large spoonful to himself.

“I can prepare an alias and everything,” he mouthed around the pudding. Some plopped onto his chin. “One with a beard.”

“You,” James began, stealing back the pudding, “have a problem. Or at least a fetish. A beard fetish, I think. It’s very alarming. You’re the reason I can’t grow facial hair, did you know that? Because I’m afraid that you’ll be overcome with lust for me and then how will everyone else feel? Left out, I imagine.” He shook his head. “It’s a shame, too, because I think I’d look dashing.”

Wiping his face with his sleeve, James burped loudly -- lactose intolerance did not pair well with pudding -- before continuing. “Anyway, I don’t know why you won’t let me have my dramatic pause. I always let you have your dramatics, don’t I? Fine, fine, it’s Lynette. She’s the one who set off the firecrackers. Happy now?” Reaching into the bowl with his hand (spoons be damned, he needed it all), James licked the remainder of the pudding from his fingers. “Some first year ratted her out to me. Nice kid, sort of creepy smile.”

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“And then she stared at me -- you know the stare, the one where she’s peering into your soul -- and she said, ‘Mister Potter, there is no use lying to me when I know that you are guilty.’” James leaned back with a sigh, settling into the chair and digging his spoon into the bowl of chocolate pudding that he’d been sharing with Sirius. “I mean, it’d be one thing if it was a good prank we got blamed for, but really? Firecrackers? We look like amateurs now. A month’s detention for an amateur prank that we didn’t even do.”

James took a large spoonful of pudding, masterfully avoiding spilling it all over his shirt, and swallowed it down in one big gulp. When he looked back up at Sirius, there was chocolate smudged on the corner of his lip. “The reason I’m telling you this, though, I mean besides the fact that you’re in detention too and that you’re my best mate and all that-- The real reason I’m telling you all this is because I know who really did it. And I have a plan.”

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love-making & other lies

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the-elemental-fawley:

Lynette chuckled at him and hugged him around the neck, leaning all her weight on him. “Don’t worry Princess.” She pecked his cheek before letting go and smirking at him cheekily.

“I haven’t had any sex, much less my first kiss. You’ve got nothing to worry about Jamie.” She stuck her tongue out at him playfully, flicking a little bit of water into his face from her fingers.

James frowned at the confession, simultaneously relieved and confused. Of course he didn’t want his childhood friend to be having it off with anyone; she was like a younger sister to him. But she hadn’t been kissed, either? There was nothing wrong with it, of course, but it caught him off guard. Anyone could see that Lynette was beyond pretty. 

“Don’t flick me with water,” he murmured distractedly, his eyebrows still furrowed in concentrated thought. “I’m trying to think who I trust. To be your first kiss, I mean. Has to be someone who won’t take advantage. Ah!” He threw his arm around her. “How d’you feel about Pete?”

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distracting missives

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phaedra-rosier:

Phaedra bit her lip to hold back the giggles that threatened to completely destroy any composure she had. “You certainly seem like you had a bit already. Though you’re always rather quick-witted, aren’t you?” James had an ability to make people laugh and set them at east. And it was only compounded by the rest of his crew. 

“I promise, no puns.” She shifted the box so that it was more stable in her hands. It wasn’t that heavy, but she didn’t want to drop it. She’d already done enough damage the first time she’d run into him, though luckily nothing had actually broken. Or, well, it hadn’t been luck. It had been James’s power. “I suppose this party wasn’t your idea then, oh noble reindeer? If you’re a humble servant, who are you serving?”

She supposed the answer she’d probably get was ‘Santa Claus’. Which was a tradition she wasn’t as firm on as perhaps others were. Her family didn’t celebrate Christmas, or at  least, her parents had never told her any stories about a bearded man who gave presents to children when he snuck into their homes. With reindeer. She thought she might have been a little unnerved by the idea, but those who’d grown up with it seemed to think it all great fun, so maybe she would have, too.

“Mum always said quick-witted was just an excuse for me to open my abnormally large mouth,” James replied easily, leading the way towards the classroom. “Though I’d like to think that my mouth is average-sized. On the small-side, even. If you really want a big mouth, look at Lynette Fawley. You know her?” He didn’t wait for a response before continuing, “Childhood friend of mine. Used to rat me out all the time.”

They rounded the corner into the charms corridor and James avoided bumping into a first year by sashaying to the side just in time. He gave the younger student a look that was meant to be a stern Off To Bed Now! But probably just looked like Remus when he was trying to avoid looking amused (and failing miserably). Shaking his head slightly, he glanced over at Phaedra, in part to see if she had noticed, and in part to see if she was handling her box okay.

“Ideas are a tricky thing. Who’s to say who thought of something?” He shrugged. “I merely serve the people. As a noble reindeer-- Wait, if I’m a noble reindeer, what does that make you?” Alright, so he’d more than just taste-tested the bottles, and his thoughts were all over the place. “You can’t just be Phaedra. You have to take on a-- a persona. What’ll it be?”

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lilmisscarrow:

“Of course I am. Absolutely…umm, what do you call it? Yes, head over heels in love with you. Have a had a big fat crush on you ever since you got that Troll in the first year in some subject, Potter. How in the world did you never notice that?” Alecto’s voice dripped with sarcasm, every word a little slower and more deliberate. What was it with people mistaking her silence for weakness anyway?

“Glad you’re finally admitting it,” James replied with upbeat words and a smile, ignoring her sarcasm all-together. “I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life. Alecto Carrow, I’ve loved-- no, lusted after-- you since the first day I saw your beady, evil little eyes and you called me a half-witted arse. Alecto...” he leaned forward, placing one hand over hers and the other over his own heart. “Marry me?”

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love-making & other lies

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the-elemental-fawley:

Lynette smiled back sweetly, anger deep in her eyes as she looked up at James. “What can I say, Slughorn is better looking than you. But I still love you~” The blonde lanced her fingers with James’ and started walking off. “Good bye now Filchy dear! I have teaching to do!”

Once Lynette dragged the male far enough away she let go of his hand and smacked his shoulder repeatedly. “Slughorn?! Really!” She crossed her arms and glared up at him, though she was still being playful with her childhood friend.

“Don’t act all innocent. You started it, what with the whole inexperienced bullshit.” He rubbed his shoulder before imitating her action and crossing his arms. Leaning in, his eyes narrowed, James continued, “I’ll have you know that I am very learned in the art of love-making. Girls line up at the chance to have it on with me. Line up!” It was a bit of an exaggeration, but that didn’t matter. It was the principle of the thing.

He was about to continue on in an indignant tone before a thought occurred to him. “Wait a second. Hypothetically, even if I was an inexperienced virgin -- which I’m not! -- how would you be able to teach me anything? You aren’t-- you haven’t-- Right?” 

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distracting missives

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phaedra-rosier:

Phaedra took his hand, smiling gratefully. “Thanks, James,” she said, laughing at his comment. No one who knew him wouldn’t be able to guess who he meant when he cited a “speedster”. James Potter and Sirius Black were practically a package deal. “And sure, I can help. What did you want me to carry?”

Perhaps this was for the best. If there was one thing she knew about James Potter, it was that he was ample distraction from any situation. This would be sure to take her mind off her parents, which was exactly what she’d wanted when she’d left the Great Hall in the first place. And he said this was for a party…

“So, was that you then? The invitations under everyone’s plates?” It wasn’t really that surprising. If you sat back and thought about it for a bit, it made perfect sense that it was James Potter (probably along with his friends) who had decided to plan some sort of party. The part about ‘ugly sweaters’ should have tipped her off right away. 

James wasted no time in swiveling over, grabbing a box, and dropping it gracefully in Phaedra’s arms. He took the other two -- the heavier ones -- and swung them upwards, placing one in each hand. He heard the glass bottles knocking into each other inside, but paid it no mind. After all, if anything were to happen, he could just rely on his forcefields. Handy power, that was.

“Invitations?” He gave a hearty laugh as they started off down the hall. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about. I am but a helper -- one of Santa’s helpers, you might even say -- a servant. A humble servant.” A second later cam the grumble of, “not a fucking elf, though. I am a majestic reindeer. And no, that does not mean that Santa rides me for fuck’s sake and I am not ‘horny’ because they’re not horns, they’re antlers.” 

He ended with a huff before giving a sideways glance at Phaedra. “Sorry ‘bout that. It’s just. How many times do I have to hear the same pun, y’know?” James licked his lips. “I also may or may not have taste-tested some of the bottles in here. Which always loosens my mouth. Tongue. Whatever the expression is.”

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love-making & other lies

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the-elemental-fawley:

Lynette had been making her way down random hallways, lost in her thoughts as she relaxed. Well at least she was relaxing before a random arm wrapped around her shoulder and a voice, that she recognized almost immediately, whispered into her ear harshly. The blonde stood there in slight shock before James had turned to her and included her in the conversation. 

“Hmm? Of course! I’ve been with Jamie for hours!” Lynette let a grin settle on her face as she easily slipped into the part, a wicked plan brewing in her head. “I’ve had to teach him a few things,” At this point she raised a hand to block James from seeing her mouth as she mock whispered. “He’s a bit lacking in the knowledge department. If you know what I mean.”

Before Lynette even finished speaking, he knew she was going to make a fool out of him. It was the tell-tale grin that gave her away, the one she always used when they were kids and she was about to do something wicked. So despite his initial offense, it was no surprise, really, when she told Filch that he was “lacking in the knowledge department.” Luckily, he had a plan.

“It’s true,” James sighed. “I was an unexperienced virgin, and Lynette here--” he tightened his grip on her shoulder, his fingers digging into her sleeve, “--is an excellent teacher. Magical. Orgiastic, even. Though it was a bit awkward when she kept calling out Professor Slughorn’s name.” He managed to hide the smile from his face and looked at Lynette with a shrug. “I guess we all have our own little quirks though, don’t we, love?”

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distracting missives

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phaedra-rosier:

Phaedra shoved the letter in her pocket quickly, not wanting to think about the latest missive from her parents. It wasn’t something she was prepared to deal with, especially not in the middle of the Great Hall with practically the entire school surrounding her. She inwardly berated herself for opening it at all, but the damned curiosity and worry had overwhelmed her—what if something had been wrong? But instead it was just the same thing as it always was. She could have burned it and not lost any knowledge.

Standing and stepping over then bench, she made a few excuses about forgetting her potions homework back in her dorm and slipped out of the hall. She needed to clear her mind a bit, to get back to being the charming girl she was supposed to be so that no one saw how that had affected her. She was so lost in her own thoughts that she barely noticed the person coming down the stairs as she walked by, knocking into them and falling to the ground. 

“I’m so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going,” she said quickly, before looking up to see who she’d barreled into. 

James waltzed down the stairs, boxes precariously balanced on his palm as he used his other hand to tweak the reindeer antlers that he donned. He was mentally going over his list --Ornaments? On the tree. Food? Stolen from the kitchen. Booze? In hand. -- when another figure collided with him. Before he could hit the ground, a forcefield formed underneath him, catching his fall.

A moment passed and the forcefield popped out of existence, leaving him sitting alongside his boxes on the bottom of the steps. They didn’t seem to be in any damage, and he thanked whatever God there was for that, because there was no way he could put up with Sirius pouting for the next three months if he failed to deliver the liquor. After a cursory glance at them, he looked over to see Phaedra, and immediately rose to help her up.

“I’ll forgive this betrayal on one condition,” James informed her, extending his hand. “And that is if you help me carry this crap to the party.” He nodded to the boxes.  “Someone -- and I’m not going to name any names -- But some speedster asshole ran off without helping me.”

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James Potter’s Holiday Party Outfit

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the-elemental-fawley:

“I haven’t been hiding them exactly, Princess Jamie. I got them over the summer when hanging out in the normal world.” Lynette grinned and tossed the Gryffindor the larger explosive as she talked, a cheeky grin on her face.

James caught the explosive, studying it for a moment before nodding in approval. He glanced back up to her to reply, “ah, the great King Lyn venturing into the normal world. How’d that go for you? Were you able to refrain from raining hellfire down? Literally?”

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persuasivevanity:

Had Emma not been so diligently minding her own business for once, she may have actually not been bothered by the sudden appearance of an arm around her, dragging her away from her original destination - the library. She had three essays coming up that she wanted to get a head start on, not to mention it was quiet and as good a place as any to practice her skills. The librarian may have been a helpless victim, but at least Emma never made her do anything completely insane. The worst case was months ago when she had the older woman reshelving the books out of order, and that was more for the amused and confused expression on her face later. 

Listening to James give Filch his excuses left her wide-eyed and stunned, however. She looked between the pair of them when James finally truly addressed her, quickly calculating whether she had anything to gain from this. Looking back at the caretaker, she put a little extra effort behind her next words. “He’s been with me this whole time,” she confirmed, taking a step closer. “You can trust me.” 

Filch looked suspiciously between the two of them before ultimately muttering something about “getting you someday” under his breath and turning away. James let out a sigh of relief he’d been holding, and moved his arm from its former position around Emma to raise both hands in the air victoriously. Another day, another triumph: Such was the James Potter story.

“You. You are a goddess.” He informed her the second that Filch was out of earshot. “A goddess among men. Myself included.” He dropped his hands to his sides, but not before running one through his hair. “So, onto business: On me I have a chocolate and two stinkbombs, but I need the latter for a something later. So what is it gonna be? Money? Power?” He leaned in closer, waggling his eyebrows. “A real love-making session?”

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persuasivevanity:

Emma winced immediately, dropping her gaze. “I’m going to need a trip to the infirmary and serious drugs to recover from how awful that was.”

“Damn.” He paused, pushing the bridge of his glasses back up which had fallen down his nose. “So what you’re saying is that I shouldn’t try that one on someone else? I mean, hypothetically, you don’t think it’d work on, say, and I’m just pulling this out of my ass-- But on Lily Evans, for example?” His gaze became serious and inquisitive.

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Sprinting down the corridor, James stopped in front of the first person he saw, throwing an arm around their shoulder and hissing, “just go with it,” in their ear a mere millisecond before Filch appeared. The old, crooked man opened his mouth to shout but James beat him to it.

“Before you say anything, I’ve been with this lovely -- and trustworthy -- human being all night. We’ve been busy. We’ve been, er... Making love! In the closet. Right there.” He pointed to a door that could quite possibly have been a closet, but was, in reality, an exit to the courtyard. “And since our, y’know, love-making has no ends, we’ve been going at for HOURS. So whatever you accuse me of, I can’t possibly have done it, because I’ve been here.” He turned to address the person beside him, his eyes pleading. “Right, darling?”

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lilmisscarrow:

Alecto was going to retort, but she thought better of it and quickly bit her tongue to swallow the words. James Potter, in her humble opinion, was a prat. And prats weren’t meant to be wasted time upon. So instead, “Oh look at you Potter. Starting the day off with petty insults. How lovely of you to set the holiday mood.” Let him think over that for a while now.

James considered for a moment before grinning a tell-tale grin. “I take it back. You don’t look constipated. Quite the contrary, actually. You look like you’re shitting yourself at this very moment. I know I make you nervous, what with my good looks and effervescence and general charm, but really, it’s a bad show.”

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