'Prongs' Potter

James Charlus Potter 16 | 6th Year | Gryffindor Chaser & Quidditch Captain Animagus

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Gryffindor Common Room || September 18 {Morning}

[infamouslilyflower]

This was not how she imagined her morning to begin. Ordinarily she’d join Mary and Alice at the Quidditch pitch to watch Marlene practice, snapping pictures with her enchanted camera and sneaking glances at Potter when she thought no one was looking, or sneak off to the lake to read under her favorite tree. But nothing was ordinary this term, especially since that owl had arrived and Quidditch had been cancelled. Increased patrols, less sleep, and generally less fun had been taking up her time instead. Which would explain why she’d been threatened with detention no less than four times that week for cheeky responses.

And now she was standing in front of Potter in her tiny pajamas, blushing like a fool. It wasn’t fair; why did he have to look at her like that? And why did he have to be so bloody good looking all the time?She turned her attention to Titania, purring in his arms, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. The kitten had been a Christmas gift from her father at the beginning of last term, and she had immediately taken a liking to Potter.

"I don’t know how you managed to charm my cat, nor how you managed to get her to work against me." she chewed her bottom lip, trying not to blush under his gaze, and shifted her weight, still acutely aware of how little she was wearing. "Stop staring you git. They’re just pajamas, Potter, and you were not meant to see them. Ever."

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All his joking aside, James really quite enjoyed moments like this. Moments where it was just him and Lily, glib as you like and trading jokes back and forth. Some might call the things she threw at him insults but he begged to differ. Her cheek was one of the many things about Lily that drew James to her. She didn't blush and giggle and turn into an airhead like some birds, and even though she claimed he was the bane of her existence, she didn't get frustrated and huff off speechless when he started in on her. She traded barbs with him as easily as Sirius and for that he respected and admired her.

"I'm sorry to say it but she charmed me, Evans," he absently began to scratch the puff behind it's ears, eliciting another round of purrs from the creature and adding to James' grin. "You know I'm a dog person." The joke was only mildly lost on Lily but it made him chuckle anyway. When she mentioned her pajamas, a rosy color threatened the lightness in her cheeks and James gestured to her as he spoke again. "Then that's another thing I have to thank the little puff for. And something I can cross off my bucket list."

"Alright then, if you want the furball back you'll have to come and get her," he said after a moment, leaning easily against the wall beside him. "You know I can't bring her up to you, though I'm sure you'd love to see the stairs slide me back down on my arse if I tried."

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moodboard (1/?)

james 'dreamboat' potter

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Gryffindor Common Room || September 18 {Morning}

[infamouslilyflower]

She’d purposefully slept in this morning. It was the first Saturday that she didn’t have patrols since classes began, and she desperately needed the rest. All work and patrols and no play made for a very tired and grouchy Lily Evans. By the time she finally crawled out of bed, it was quite possibly too late for breakfast. Groaning, she stumbled about the dorm, surprised that not even Marlene had slept as late as she had, before calling for Titania. The white munchkin kitten was no where to be found, and that was unsettling.

"Titania, where are you love?" If anything happened to the kitten she would be devastated. but chances were that she’d slipped off to the common room in search of breakfast since Lily had slept in. She paused by her trunk to find some of the chocolate she’d hidden there before heading out of the dorm.

She’d assumed the common room would be empty, making it relatively safe for her to slip in still wearing her pajamas without being seen. But as she stepped out she heard a familiar voice, and a string of curses fell from her lips, muttered under her breath. Titania, the little traitor, had made her way to the boys dorm again; Lily trotted down the steps, stopping mid-staircase. “Potter, how many times do I have to tell you not to kitten nap my cap?” Hands planted on her hips, it suddenly dawned on her that she was standing there in her pajama, in front of one James Potter. Her eyes dropped down her bare legs, and her cheeks tinged pink. Of all the mornings for her to be wearing one of the stupid blue baby doll jumpers that barely skimmed her thighs and bloomers. 

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James enjoyed thinking about few things as much as he enjoyed thinking about Quidditch but as his mind shifted gears from the game to Lily, he did nothing to stop it.  Evans had been a favorite subject him for years at this point, which was news to no one at all.  When he was younger, mooning over her was a favorite past time but as he got older, he took great pleasure in seeing how many shades of red he could cause her face to blush.  It was a game he played now with Sirius, denying both to himself and his best friend that he did it because Lily looked especially wonderful when her face matched her hair and her brows furrowed in irritation.

Since she'd come into possession of the tiny white fluffball, James had had an advantage in his game.  For some reason Lily couldn't fathom but the Marauder's all understood too well, the miniature snowpuff insisted on adopting James and only James out of the four of them.  A trait James wasted no time in encouraging when he thought of the possibilities this presented him.  

Opportunities like catching a glimpse of his favorite girl in nothing but her pj's on a Saturday morning when she was too distracted by looking for her kitten to worry about dressing.  "It's certainly not my fault if your cat knows a good thing when she sees one," he said with a smirk that would charm the knickers off any number of girls in school.  "Even if you don't," he added before moving his gaze from her face to the rest of her and back again.  "That's a good look, by the way."  He winked and then added, to the kitten, "Thanks for that."

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Gryffindor Common Room || September 18 {Morning}

James had been awake for at least an hour, having woken early to get to the pitch and get some solo practice in before the normal Saturday practice, but once he'd opened his eyes and cleared his sleep addled brain he'd remembered there was no practice because there had been no tryouts. He'd remained sitting in bed in a decidedly dark humor for nearly an hour, listening to Sirius snore and wondering how he could be so calm about the disastrous cancellation.  

About fifteen minutes earlier, a small furry head had bumped against his head and he looked down to see he had a visitor.  A smirk crossed his lips as he scratched behind the ears of Lily's cat, Titania.  The cat changed the direction of his thoughts from Quidditch to a certain fiery red head and he was grateful for the lightening in his mood.  Eventually he threw a shirt over his pajama bottoms before scooping the cat up in one arm and carrying her out to the common room, stopping at the base of the stairs to the girls' dorms. 

"Found: one extremely content feline," he called into the common room, nearly empty at this hour of the morning as most students were either still asleep or at breakfast.  "If not claimed in the next five minutes, she will be promptly adopted by a sixth year quidditch star in need of a mascot."