#firstbornworstborn

[danielgreengrass]

"I–it's not your fault. You couldn't have stopped them. It––" He raised a trembling hand to Daniel's cheek, red with his own blood. "I just wish I had told you that I lo–– I love..." And with that, he went limp, eyes empty as they stared up at the sky.

"James..." Daniel choked out, staring down at the dead body in his hands, his body collapsing on top of it, shaking, sobbing, nearly w a i l i n g like a widow at a funeral. And in a way, he felt like one -- James hadn't even fucking finished his sentence... "Don't -- Don't do this to me, don't leave me here, I loved you too, I love you too, why would you..." He cried out, feeling hands around him, people trying to take him off of the dead body, people he thought were Carina or Roksy trying to help him, trying to pry him off of the cold dead thing in his arms that no longer held life. The body that would never smirk or smile or laugh at him again, he'd no longer see those lips curl around a cigarette, he wouldn't hear the giggle of him while he was intoxicated or high... He'd never see him again. "I love you." He whispered, staring down at the body as he was finally dragged away, his eyes dead in his skull, wishing more than everything it was him who had drawn his last breath and not the Potter boy. "I  l o v e you."

[reluctantlyparkinson]

★

U G H. In Gisèle’s world, it is the only word that can truly describe how heinous the eldest Potter child is. While he isn’t as truly heinous as his cousin Rose, he is also far from being anything like inoffensive Molly or hilarious Albus. No, James Sirius Potter is a right pain in the arse.

From the very beginning, the two always clashed. Gisèle finds it ridiculous that the Wotter children get so much attention for a war their parents fought and she makes her opinions no secret, but somehow, they always seem to come out colder and more derisive when confronted with James. She has always been quick to dismiss him as an arrogant, pig-headed daddy’s boy; something that has led to a more strained relationship than strictly necessary.

While she’ll never admit it, however, James is the one Wotter she actually enjoys exchanging snide remarks with. It amuses her.

[ofduffers-blog]

★

James has his rude moments, and Elliot wants to hold a grudge because of it. He doesn't like rude people but sometimes, when James is just talking and talking, Elliot swears it's like the kid doesn't realise how his words could be interpreted until it's caused an issue. Still, Elliot finds himself laughing at the guys comments during classes and he can respect a fellow Quidditch player.

[rosethesnake-blog]

★

James Sirius Potter is one of the people she loves most in this world (though you’ll never hear her say it). He’s always there when she needs him and though they don’t speak much (hardly speak at all actually) they get along better than Rose does with ninety percent of the Hogwarts population. Rose couldn’t tell you his favorite color or favorite flavor of ice cream but she does know what he looks like when he cries and how he likes his whiskey. Sometimes she wishes the two of them would be closer.

Part of the reason they aren’t closer is because she’s best friends with his brother. Albus would certainly feel betrayed (at least in Rose’s mind) if Rose started spending more time with James. This puts a invisible strain on James and Rose’s relationship. Albus doesn’t know they meet up to sit in silence together, nor does he know they go there to comfort each other. 

Rose feels like James is almost like the flip side of her. They compliment each other extremely well and if they were better friends— if they talked more—she is sure they would be inseparable and that makes her sad. 

[lefeugentil-archive2]

james + oranges

When James saw his other cousins developing into women, he would put oranges under his shirt and jump around in front of them, saying "Look! I GOT BOOBIES LIKE YOU!". He'd to this over and over again, until one of his cousins beat him senseless. Still, he misses the days he was able to do that, because truth be told, James Sirius Potter missed his orange boobies. They smelled nice, and it was the most action he got back then. Orange boobies and James are the real OTP. 

[reluctantlyparkinson]

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

There was something so utterly satisfying about that last burst of bravado that always exploded out of them. A last hope that, maybe, if the hunter could be kept talking for just a little bit longer, the prey might be able to miraculously produce an escape plan out of thin air. It warmed her heart, really, to observe this one human trait: hope refused to surrender. Fortunately, it only made breaking their spirit that much more fun.

There had been a potion – because it was always a potion when it came to her – slipped into the juice that accompanied his dinner. A third of a dose, watered down; the perfect amount to not show visible affects for the next half hour or so meaning that by the time he’d finish, leave the Great Hall and make his way elsewhere, he would be dizzy enough for her to follow and overpower him before he passed out. Now, she had dragged the faint body through passages and behind tapestries to the dungeons, chaining him to a wall. The flat edge of a dagger traced gently across the skin of one pale cheek, the silver glinting threateningly in the shaft of milky moonlight that fell in a single stripe from the window.

Gisèle smiled – a soft, genuine curve of true happiness. “I think it is,” she replied honestly. “You’ve heard the rumours, Potter, none of the ones I’m involved in are ever boring. What do you think, ‘filth’ carved into this cheek here?” And she tapped the tip of the dagger to indicate the place in question, the tip sharp enough for a drop of scarlet to immediately bead against the blade.

[reluctantlyparkinson]

"I'm not going to leave you."

If she usually had limited patience for the older Potter boy, even that was nowhere to be found that evening. He had somehow discovered her in the room in the dungeons she was allowed to use after hours for specific reasons and now stood before her like his pathetic human body and trailing after her was enough to stop her. It was just sad.

Stoppering the vial and slipping it in the inner pocket of her robes, Gisèle shrugged, walking out of the classroom and not letting her Shield Charm down. “Potter, I know you are far from brilliant so let me put this in simple words for you. This is Antigone. It is a slow acting poison of my own discovery that acts like an acid, burning as it moves through the human body. I am going use it on her and you will either go the fuck away or be considered accessory to a murder if you want to tag along so badly. The choice is yours.”