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Post by jamespotter on Feb 2, 2011 19:17:52 GMT -5
Transfer students. His entire bloody school had been run over with transfer students. What was the meaning of it? Certainly there hadn't been some mass epidemic going around that made it necessary for other magical students to disrupt the well set-in niche of Hogwarts. Or... had there been? Gasp! Did he have to fear for his life? Was he going to catch something fatal and be forced to his deathbed early? But... but he was so young! He still had so much left to live for! And he hadn't snagged Evans off the market yet!
Thus lead him to holing up in the Gryffindor Common Room on what was a perfectly lovely day, one perfect for flying around on the pitch or causing ruckus elsewhere in the castle that didn't uphold the stuffy environment of the tower. Whatever, though. He was protecting himself, of course! Padfoot, Moony, Wormtail? They were all fools, and he made it a very strong, important memo to laugh in their faces when tragedy hit. Take that, suckers. Or, you know, perhaps they'd be the ones laughing their arses off at him, proven wrong and delusional in the name of saving face. He could already hear the chicken imitations and the "nancy" name-calling. A visible shudder shook through him at the thought. Giving Sirius the one-up on him was a permission that would never wind up in his favor.
Still, despite his inner battle, James stayed inside and could currently be found sprawled out on one of the crimson couches, glasses half off his face, one arm and leg hanging over the edge, and his chest falling and rising in heavy breaths. Listen close enough and he was certain you could hear the incessant ramblings of his slumber and several murmurs of Lily's name and his valiant attempts to save her from this disaster crashing down upon them. Transfer students were something to fear, don'tcha know? He was mid-sequence in a vivid dream, his mouth hanging open in what may or may not have been considered an endearing way when all of a sudden--
BAM! James bolted upright, eyes alert and dashing around the room to guard his defenses. The little first year girl that had just emerged from the girls' dorms (having slammed the door, the little devil) stared at him with wide eyes, a blush creeping up her cheeks before giggling at his less than smooth appearance and scurrying out of the portrait hole. He merely grumbled in response, muttering incoherencies and straightened in his seat, brushing his Gryffindor robes free of wrinkles, adjusting his glasses, and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Real cute, James, real cute. He was just lucky it was a first year and not someone else to embarrass him even more!
Heaving another sigh, the young man settled back into the couch, sliding down it until he was successfully slouching (he was the king of bad posture when he wasn't looking to impress) and fixated his hazel eyes on the ceiling, seemingly entranced by it's rather dull pattern. Ah, what a way to pass the time. Surely he couldn't be bothered to do something useful like homework. Yeah, right. |
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