Falling all over myself. ((James Potter))

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I'M A NEW SOUL, I CAME
TO THIS STRANGE WORLD,

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Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake...[/color][/font]
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[jamespotter]

Ah, dinner time, James Potter's favorite time of day. Why wouldn't it be? There was food, food, food galore and if there was one thing the boy had retained from his life at home, it was that he loved to eat; he loved it so much that he may have even ranked it higher than Quidditch. Okay, no, maybe not. Well, unless it was his mother's cooking. She made the best darned Turkish Delight on the entire planet and he would strongly attest to that fact.

In his eagerness for tonight's particular menu (the house elves had been on a beef streak lately and were finally making something with chicken), he had plowed through the day's events and his specific agenda. Granted, he most likely half-assed the majority of things on said list, but darn it, he'd accomplished it! Though he was almost certain he'd written about his transfiguration lesson for his herbology essay. How did someone even manage that? He determined quickly that it didn't matter how he'd come about it, but merely that his Professor probably wouldn't be quite as confused, but more-so disappointed. James wasn't an overwhelmingly strong student, but he wasn't careless. He was actually very conscious of what others thought of him. He practically lived off of it.

Regardless, he needn't worry himself about his homework corrections just yet. He'd have plenty of time to hammer it out after his overly abundant meal. It was incredibly amusing how the young boy operated. Ever since Lily Evans had accepted his date offer, he'd been on a bit of a high. He barely made time for sleep, the poor bloke! Not only was he some superpowered, wired up version of himself (sheesh, talk about frightening), but he was also now turning to be a bit involved in his studies. Okay, so it was just means to impress Lily, but still! If it helped him, why not? He'd have plenty of time to catch up on sleep when he was dead. Nevermind the morbidity of that statement.

He sat at the foot of the Gryffindor table, mounds of food piled onto his platter and his glass filled to the brim with butterbeer, an innocent smile gracing his features as his eyes swept the Great Hall, feeling more than content. He reached for one of his biscuits, dipped it in the gravy and shoved it into his mouth, cheeks puffing out as he chewed. He was mid another bite when he heard a thud beside the table and felt a whoosh of air and something light hitting against his leg. With crumbs so elegantly around his mouth, James tore his attention from his food and looked down, noticing the sheet of paper clinging to his pants, moving his gaze once more to find the source. Ah, fallen girl. Well, that certainly made sense. He wiped his hands on his robes, reached down to pluck the paper from it's current hold and slid off of the bench, approaching the girl who'd just landed the most epic wipe-out. He extended a slightly crummy hand (ha ha ha, get it?!) to her, offering her help to get up. Clearly he had missed the memo that she didn't often ask for help. So sue him, he didn't know her THAT well. Would she really snub his kindness publicly like that?

"Someone also dropped their paper," he joked with a familiar grin, his other arm holding up the letter she'd accepted (he hadn't bothered to look) while patiently, or maybe impatiently considering his food was probably getting cold, waiting for her to take his hand.