James Potter

AN INDEPENDENT, MULTI-VERSE JAMES POTTER RP BLOG Please read the guidelines. tracking: stagofthepride partners should track: stagstarter

[stagofthepride]

"For some strange reason, I find life without your presence quite boring."

"Well, Rory, I’m flattered that the lack of my mere presence puts you at a loss.  I’ll try not to leave without leaving word from now on."  He slipped an arm around her shoulders.  "How are things, love?"

[stagofthepride]

"Me, you prat."

"Oh, well in that case, I apologize for not being around.  What can I do you for, Ror?"

[stagofthepride]

No...

[coeurxxdor]

… well, it’s like you said, it can be a mistake.. people fuck up all the time.. did it say anything else ? I..

You need to tell Mcgonagall. When are you going ? 

[stagofthepride]

Yeah ... a mistake ... right ...  No, nothing else.  Well, said not to come alone, but...

Yeah.  McGonagall.  I - I should tell her.

[stagofthepride]

"Oi, where have you been?"

"Me?  I've been everywhere ... and nowhere.  At my flat, mostly.  Who wants to know?"

[stagofthepride]

No...

[coeurxxdor]

Well, I suppose that’s possible.. mistakes happen all the time after all..

What does it say James ?

[stagofthepride]

...Says that two bodies were found just outside Muggle London.  They've been identified as my parents, and I need to come - confirm ... that it's them...

[stagofthepride]

No...

This - This can’t be right.

[coeurxxdor]

What’s the matter ?

[stagofthepride]

L - Letter from Mungo's, Dora.  Just - Just a mistake, I'm sure.

[stagofthepride]

Threading

...is something I have recently discovered in the world of RP, and since it helps me be organized, I will use it when doing paras.  If any of my partners are not fans of threading, let me know and I will edit reblogs of our paras into threads later.

[thecenturionwhowillnotwait-deac]

Reblog if I can send you darker starters.

[stagofthepride]

YES PLEASE ACTUALLY

[stagofthepride]

No...

This - This can't be right.

[stagofthepride]

{{Starting Over}}

I'm going to be deleting all my posts and starting over.  From scratch.  I'll be doing so around 11 PM EST tonight, so if anyone wants me to preserve any threads, please let me know.

My reason for doing this is simple:  I want to become more organized and actually reply to things in a timely manner, so here's to starting over.

-Olivia

[stagofthepride]

Muse Cuddle Buddy Application

Name: Aurora Sinistra

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Big/little spoon: Little Spoon

Favorite movie: Muggle stuff?

Favorite tv show: Don't watch telly much

Favorite music genre: I like the Weird Sisters

Can we talk about mundane things: I doubt Potter is capable of much else.

Is it okay if I fall asleep: Yeah

Are kisses allowed: Maybe

Are pants required: I'm not fussy

When are you available for cuddles: Anytime

My place or yours: Either

Can we cuddle in bed or couch only: Either

Will you play with my hair: Really? Oh alright.

[stagofthepride]

Oi, Prongs, where 'ave you been?

I know I haven't been around, love.  I'm sorry.  Missed me, have you?

{{I truly am horrible.  School.  I hate it.}}

[stagofthepride]

thecleverslytherin started following you

[sinisterdawn]

"Prancing Potter, the Gryffindor golden boy. To what do I owe this visit?"

[stagofthepride]

"I can hear the beginnings of sarcasm, Ror.  Honestly, do I need a reason to visit my other favorite redhead?"

[stagofthepride]

The first time I get on in days, I see my followers and favorite blogs receiving hate and uncalled for character criticism.  Can I just say one thing?

I LOVE YOU ALL

WRITE WHAT YOU WANT

anyone who has problem, find something else to read if you'd like.

-James' Mun

[stagofthepride]

the maraudeurs time | fidelitas

[stagofthepride]

thecleverslytherin started following you

"Rory, love.  How are you?"

[stagofthepride]

thecleverslytherin:

You walk in after my muse has just committed suicide. Send me your muse’s reaction.  [[I am so sorry.]]

"So, Ror,” James said casually, strolling into Aurora's flat like he owned the place. He knew she would not mind, or, at least, he hoped she would not. “Listen, I have no idea where any of the boys are, and Lily -” He cut off mid-sentence when he entered the kitchen and saw that the stove was on – so hot that it had melted the edging along the walls. Frowning he went to the stove to turn it off but found the whole top scalding to the touch.

Upon toeing Aurora's bedroom threshold, he staggered against the doorjamb, a gasp caught in his throat. There, on the floor in front of him, was Aurora. She was sprawled and still. So still that she could have been unconscious – or sleeping.

Except that her eyes were wide open.

James' chest fell in gasps as he dropped to his knees next to his friend, his breathing loud and ragged. “G – Godric, no. Rory...”

There was no blood, no sign of a struggle, no bruises, cuts, scrapes. Nothing. James swallowed bile and shook. Tears rising in his eyes, he reached out unsteady fingers to close Aurora's eyes before gathering her in his arms. “I'm sorry, Rory,” he sobbed against her ashen cheek.

Merlin, why had he not been here when she had needed him, someone, anyone?

“I'm so sorry ...”