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"Zabini, supposedly you have been going around referring to someone else as a potato farmer. This leaves curious minds wondering: in your opinion, is it better to be a potato farmer or a lumberjack? I’m just trying to properly gauge what my status is around here, you know.”
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With a defeated sigh, James leaned against the stone door that led to the Transfiguration room, knowing that it was charmed to lock as soon as class began. Taking the piece of toast out of his mouth that he’d shoved there in his hasty exit from the Great Hall, he chomped on the bread before he turned to Millie, his partner in tardiness. “You wanna be the one to knock? I’ve learned by now that I’d rather just duck out entirely than call attention to my being late.” It wasn’t worth the embarrassment, though maybe he was treated extra harshly considered he was a relative of the professor. Either way, James was content to just skip instead and take his chances with the Prefects over Professor Percy Weasley.
hello!! so i thought i’d take a page from julesy coolsy’s book and see if anyone wanted a personalized starter? for some of my children, those are just easier than general starters. so if you want to play with any of my children ( james, kit, zach, brent, and seungri ) just give this post a like. feel free to specify if you want certain interactions otherwise i will randomize to whatever i may be able to think of. <3
clarke-cross:
Clarke shook hands with everyone, then walked off the field as quickly as she could without looking suspiciously like she was running. When she rounded the corner, she broke out into a sprint, trying to get to somewhere no one would see. She finally found a secluded area, leaned against a wall, and slid down, beginning to quietly cry.
She scored points, and she stayed on her broom even with three hits from the bludger. She was soaring, physically and metaphorically. She had never felt more confident in her life Then, boom. Slytherin got the snitch. Her emotions came crashing down, and disappointment and self loathing flooded her.
See, Clarke? No matter what, you’ll never be good enough. Why even bother? Why did you even try out in the first place? Kyle is the quidditch player, not you. You’re so pathetic. You’re an embarrassment to the family, Gryffindor, and Hogwarts itself.
She had been crying for about ten minutes then she heard footsteps. She quickly wiped her eyes before looking up at her new visitor. “Um… hey.”
Despite being a Gryffindor, James wasn’t too disappointed by the results of the game. Anna was on the Slytherin team, after all, and he always cheered on her performance. As he did with all those on the field that he cared about. It had been different, not seeing Lily on the pitch but on the bench, but he’d also been grateful to see Lucy out there after her stint in the hospital wing. All in all, he considered it a victorious occasion for most that were involved.
Including for the Gryffindor reserve players who had done their best to hold their own in their first official match. They had a lot to be proud about and so when James found one of them, Clarke Cross, on the ground and visibly distraught, he did not hesitate to pause in his movements. Crouching his knees downward, he gave the girl a soft smile. “Hey. Great plying out there,” he praised soothingly. “You really held your own. I know that I sure as hell wouldn’t have been able to stay on my broom after taking hits like that. You must be pretty tough, huh?”
allisonbelle:
“I keep forgetting which one are trick stairs, it’s not my fault! Are you going to just laugh at me or are you going to help me out?”
"How many years have you been here now?” James teased before reaching out for her to take his hand so that he could help her back up onto her feet. “You’re alright though? Only thing that’s wounded is your pride?”
luweascl:
“I’m just glad Fletcher’s been keeping me sane,” Lucy said quietly, picking at the blanket. “He was there when I woke up; he’s hardly left my side.” She didn’t know why she brought him up - - - but, just to be safe, Lucy decided to change the topic after a few moments. “I know she is, but Jamie, the woman is driving me mad. If I wasn’t so hopped up on potions right now, I’d be skipping out of here. Drama? What drama? I thrive on drama.” She didn’t. To be honest, Lucy didn’t really care for the drama in Hogwarts; even if she was caught up in it too.
When Lucy mentioned Fletcher’s consistent presence throughout her hospital stay, James paused and mulled in consideration. He was good to Lucy, in his way, but he had slighted Wendy, and the whole situation was a muddled mess where James tried to be objective. But it was nice, being reassured that Fletcher could treat one cousin correctly. “I’m happy that he’s been here for you,” James mentioned, sincere. “You’ll be out of here in no time, just a little bit longer. Then you can join the asses where the talk of the week is Lily and Valeria Carrow getting benched for the first game of the season. The common room has been even more rowdy than usual in your absence.”
thatssofletchpm:
“Yeah, I’m surprised to see me here too.” Fletcher shrugged. Why had he gotten up on time for class? Well, he had heard James leave the dorm. Fletcher thought showing up, and showing up on time, might be a nice change. “Oh, me? I’m alright.”
“Might want to see if your cousin’s alright though. Or have one of your cousins check on your cousin. I mean, I know I was there and that was an obvious repellent for some of you but I thought at least one of clan would show up to say ‘hello, how ya doin? Sorry that you got caught under some rubble’.” Fletcher sighed. This was not his business. He did not care. Honestly, he figured that if of them had tried to stop by and see her, they would have just left upon seeing him as well sitting by her bed. It was awkward. Fletcher knew that. It was not the kind of awkward he liked. “Look, I know your family business is not my business, and the whole, situation between me and-” this was uncomfortable. He did not like feelings or drama or anything and this was all a bit much. “Just like, maybe check in on her? Say hello? Something man, something.”
It would be a lie to say that his relationship with Fletcher wasn’t strained, after what happened. But it wasn’t as if James had never fucked up royally in his life. Besides, what had transpired didn’t make him deserving of being caught up in the carnage of an explosion. “You sure? Bet the Professor would have made an exception for you.” He would have thought, if given the opportunity, Fletcher would have chosen to miss class. Pursing his lips, James made a mental note to swing by the hospital wing later that afternoon. “It wasn’t you. I mean, it wasn’t her either, but when Lily, Wendy and I swung by, she was resting and we didn’t want to disturb her. That my seem like an excuse but I do plan on seeing her. She’s my cousins. She’s blood. Nothing changes that.”
Was the situation ideal? Far from it, but the family had been through far worse. And now, more than ever, he knew they would stick together. “Look, the whole deal with you and Lucy and Wendy -- that’s separate from all this, separate from how we all feel about her. I don’t want her to feel otherwise, and I’ll do what I can to make sure that she doesn’t feel isolated, if that’s the impression she’s given you.”
luweascl:
“she says I can leave soon,” Lucy murmured quietly, fidgeting under the blanket. Staying in one spot had always irked her - the young Weasley had to be always moving, she could never sit still for more than five minutes at a time. The explosion had caught her and pulled her under like a tidal wave. She tried not to think of it. “I’ve been here three days; I’m ready to explode. Just like the castle did.” her lips twisted into a smile at the irony of her own joke.
"That’s good news,” James encouraged, opting to ignore the poorly placed remark about the explosion. “You know that Pomfrey is just looking out for your best interest. Besides, I can tell you that you haven’t missed much outside of this room anyway. Well -- nothing good anyway. Just a bunch of drama.”
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thatssofletchpm:
“Geez-zuz Potter what are you going on about now?”, Surprisingly, Fletcher had woken up in time to be punctual to West’s lecture. He had kept his head down throughout and didn’t pay attention. West hadn’t even picked on him like he usually would, Fletcher thought that word had gotten to the professor that he had been injured. And then in shock that Fletcher had bothered to show up.
“Oh. Were you in the middle of something? Many apologies for my interruption.”
James turned his attention to Fletcher, addressing his housemate carefully. “No, no, you’re fine. Not much of anyone was really listening to me anyway. Save for you, apparently.” It didn’t seem like many were taking too kindly to his suggestion that they try and keep routine going. Yes, things were no longer normal but there wasn’t much they could do about it yet to retaliate. “I’m surprised to see you here.” And it wasn’t just because Fletcher was so often late to the clas. “You feeling alright?” He wasn't speaking in jest, referring to the other’s injuries from the explosion.
quivivraverras:
The tears hadn’t been entirely false, the stress of everything and the fate of McGonagall being up in the air had left her closer to feelings that would make her weep than she wanted to think about so forcing them was easier than she’d have liked. “No harm done, though he did ‘escort’ me back to the tower.” Dom hadn’t liked the idea of the corridor being left even though she’d used its abandonment to poke around herself. “I’m going to keep an ear out for anyone gloating about Friday night, although I’m quite certain those involved would be the more… subtle supporters. It’s something to do in the mean-time.”
"You think that’s what it’ll be like for a bit, escorts back to the dorms with you Prefects having to guide us everywhere? I imagine Slughorn will also make curfew earlier before too long.” That was all fine by James. He had ways of getting around it and doing his own investigative work. “You would think they’d be more subtle, but considering some of our classmates have never hidden their prejudice before, this whole thing could just bloat their heads with power even more.”
moonyvna:
yuna had heard more than enough. it seemed that his jaw just didn’t stop moving and the little self control she had left slipped away with each word he spewed. she shot a glare full of daggers out him as she stood from her seat, the chair loudly announcing her presence as her hands crumpled the parchment she’d been working on. “look, saint potter, no one here wants to hear your bullshit gospel about the professors or how we ‘can’t forget’. not a single person buys your contradictory crap so save it for you crazy little sister and shut up.”
James’ eye twitched. He didn’t care that Yuna was calling him self-righteous. Over the last two years in particular, he had grown used to her animosity and accepted it. He wasn’t about to push back at her verbal attacks and possibly upset Anna. Besides, she wasn’t always wrong when she picked at his flaws. “Look, you don’t like me. I get it. You think I’m full of shit. That’s fine, by all means continue on with your tirade so long as it’s pointed at me. There is no need for you to drag my sister into this when she has nothing to do with it.”
marziayaxley:
“I can throw a lot more than threats at you Potter. And last time i checked my ideals dont instantly make me a liar. And can you prove that this wasn’t just some accident? Because last time i checked you didn’t have a time turner to go back and prove otherwise”
“Come off it, Yaxley. You can throw more than threats at me, really? And I’m meant to believe after a statement like this that this was an accident? See, here’s the ironic thing: your so-called ideals do make you a liar. The one you lie most to is yourself if you actually believe the bigoted bullshit that you spew.”
imogendolohv:
“our traditions and laws have kept us safe from a group who would simultaneously vilify and idolize us—-muggles can’t help but FEAR a power they know in their bones they can never have, and envy those of us that do. they would choose to eradicate us to help soothe their own sense of weakness at being proven inferior.” imogen explained slowly, as though to a child. “inbreeding? who do you take me for, potter, a yaxley?”
"But some born to muggles do have it. And muggle who don’t? Don’t seem to need it as they are highly innovative all on their own. They even have created cars that can drive themselves. How does that make them any less capable? The fear of the unknown is understandable, and we have to own the responsibility that we have perpetuated that fear.” James didn’t much care for being spoken down to, but he also didn’t want Imogen to get the satisfaction of rattling him. “No, but I do take you for a fool. There aren’t too many pureblood families left. It won’t be long now before no wixen’s blood is not mixed with muggle’s.”
jiaxsong:
“People die. They get sick. They get hurt. You can’t always protect them from it. I’ve tried. I’d rather not care at all than deal with someone else I care about dying.”
“Look, I’m sorry that you lost someone.” He really was. He was fortunate thus far in his life that he had not experienced the pain of such loss. “But you can’t really tell me or convince me that feeling nothing for no one is better than the possibility of getting hurt.”
prodigivm:
She almost laughed “Who do you know that’s decided to quit school in order to join the war?” No one was that foolish, at least she didn’t associate with anyone that might be.
"I’m not talking about anyone up and leaving. I’m talking about a lack of focus, plenty of people ditching class.”
marziayaxley:
“I suggest that you watch your tone with me Potter.” she sneered his name. “I do not lie. I and while I do not care what your personal opinion of me is I will not stand by and let you call me a liar.”
"Or what, Yaxley, you’ll throw another thinly-veiled, transparent threat in my direction? Newsflash: I’m not intimidated by you. But you would enjoy that, right, if I feared you? Sorry I’m not going to give you that satisfaction. You’re not subtle. You have made no secret of your purist attitude and you thought, what, that wasn’t going to catch up to you in a time like this? This was no bloody fucking accident.”
