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A Very Burrow Christmas | James & Victoire

“Merry Christmas!” James shouted as he tumbled out of the floo and into his grandparents’ house. He hurried to get out of the fireplace as his brother appeared in the next spurt of green flames, and then their sister and parents, until the entire Potter contingency had arrived. The house was full of people- redheads and darker haired children and white blonde part veela cousins and one head of bright turquoise hair. 

James immediately made his way to Molly Weasley, hollering, “Gran! Your favorite grandchild has arrived!”

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The Dateless Wonder [2020]

“James! Get out of the bathroom! I need to do my hair!” James heard his younger sister whining from the closed bathroom door. He was tempted to jump back into the shower just to tease her, but decided to play nice today. 

The sixteen-year-old opened the door a moment later, his hair still dripping wet. “Not a problem, Lils,” he said breezily, shaking his head over her. She made a face and shoved him into the wall. “You’re the worst!” The door closed and James chuckled to himself. He tousled his hair dry with his towel and headed down the stairs to the kitchen for a late breakfast. He didn’t need to eat much- there would be plenty to eat at his gran and gramps’ anniversary dinner. 

His dad and his cousin (not really related, but not really an issue either) Teddy, were already at the table. “Morning,” James greeted them, opening a cupboard and rummaging around for some oatmeal to make. 

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Once Upon a Time au | James + Freya

“Sir James, are you listening?” 

“Yes, sir, absolutely,” James of house Potter lied smoothly, covering up for his own daydreaming. His father had sent him to the capitol to learn how to be a proper Lord. James didn’t really care about becoming the keeper of his family’s land, but he would have to, as the oldest. His younger brother would probably be more fit for the job, but he couldn’t really turn it down or give it over. 

His instructor, an older, more distinguished castle steward to the king, eyed him shrewdly. “Then you will have no problem at all with masquerade tomorrow night. I will be assessing your behavior and watching your mannerisms. And,” he raised a brow. “Perhaps a lucky lady will catch your eye and you’ll be able to return home with a suitable lady of the manor.”

James wanted to roll his eyes or sigh loudly, but he did neither. “Perhaps, sir,” he said with a nod. Fat chance, he thought. 

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im already in team rocket flower!!! i grew tulips with proton :-D!!

you... grew tulips? that's... interesting.