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Post by James Potter on Mar 5, 2012 4:52:41 GMT
James Potter was a growing boy, which accounted for his never ceasing appetite. He was just always hungry. Now, whenever he presented this theory of growing, people laughed since James was not very tall for a guy. He was not too short, but he on the shorter side, something he was very self-conscious about, so don’t bring it up. Regardless, that is why James always appeared to be eating, whether in the Great Hall or the Kitchens. He even brought sweets to class and sneakily ate them, or if he wanted to cause trouble, he ate them not so sneakily.
It was Friday morning before class and somehow, miraculously, all of James’ homework for the day was already finished, which meant he could sleep in. That did not work so well because his stomach kept growling, so he took a quick shower, grabbed his supplies for the day and headed out to the Great Hall alone, as he waited for his fellow dormmates to get themselves moving. It was not unheard of for James to eat alone, but he certainly did not like it. He much preferred having someone there to entertain him.
Letting out a deep sigh, James looked around for someone to talk to, but everyone he knew was either still getting ready, deeply involved in homework or was too young to acknowledge without seeming like he was up to something. First years, for some reason, never quite trusted him. He ate the last bite of his bagel before taking out a quill and doodling on a napkin. He had no idea in mind about what he was drawing, but when he looked at it after drawing some lines, he realized it kind of sort of looked like Snape in a dress, so he decided it was only fair to complete the masterpiece as he waited for someone to show up.
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Post by peterpettigrew on Mar 6, 2012 5:00:20 GMT
 get nostalgic about the last ten years
BEFORE THE LAST TEN YEARS HAVE PASSEDPeter had been out way too late last night, due to an unavoidable detention he had to serve with McGonnagall. It wasn't that he had forgotten to do the eleven inch essay, but more that he didn't really understand it. Remus had helped him a bit, but with three lines of an essay done (and one of them crossed out), it was hardly good enough to hand in.
If there was one thing that Peter wished for, it was that he could be more like Sirius and James. Not when it came to something in particular, but when it came to just about everything. If it was one of them that had forgotten to do an assignment, they would have had a really good excuse reason to give to the teacher. And they would have gotten away with it.
Unfortunately for Peter, he was not that smart. And so, he spent four hours the previous night scrubbing out the trophy room with a toothbrush.
Rubbing his swollen red eyes, and unaware that he was wearing his jumper inside-out, Peter found his way over to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and plonked himself down on a seat next to James Potter. "So. Tired." Peter said, announcing his arrival, with his eyes half-shut as the side of his head hit the wooden table.
James had been doodling on a napkin. "Is that Snape?" Peter said incredulously, lifting his head up from the table to look at the wonky picture. Where were Sirius and Remus? He wrinkled his nose as he looked in closer to the picture. "In a dress?" His beady eyes looked up at James, a small smile tugging at his lips. "It's rather good, actually," he said, grinning at his friend.
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Post by James Potter on Mar 8, 2012 4:38:01 GMT
James jumped slightly as Peter sat down to the table. He tried to pass it off as cool by bouncing in his seat a little, as if he was so excited to see Peter he could hardly stand it, but that was not any cooler, so he stopped and just hoped Peter was so tired that he would not notice James had been startled. Assuming that since Peter dramatically laid his head upon the table as if the mere effort of keeping his head up was so difficult and tiresome that he simply chose to give up rather than try. “Hey, Wormtail,” James said as he put the finishing touches on his doodle. He leaned back to give Peter the better angle to admire it, sure that his friend would indeed want to comment upon the genius of the artwork and Peter did not disappoint. James secretly was pleased Peter could tell what his drawing was. Well, at least if the whole Quidditch thing did not work out, he could be a sketch artist. Or, you know, he could just survive off his parents’ fortune. It really was great to be rich. He did not need to worry about trivial problems. James grabbed the napkin and picked up the pen again. Beneath the drawing, he signed his name with a flourish, “There you go, Wormtail. Keep that and frame it. It will be worth a fortune when I’m an artistic Quidditch player. You can say that you have the first James Potter sketch.” He whipped his wand out of his pocket and tapped the drawing, charming the Snape in a dress to start hula dancing. He nodded his approval with his talent. And he never even had any art lessons. “I’ll even admit to knowing you and Moony and Padfoot before I became famous and how we’re all such good friends.” Clearly there could be no greater achievement than to be able to admit knowing the Famous James Potter. |
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Post by peterpettigrew on Mar 10, 2012 1:20:24 GMT
Peter made a strange kind of happy-strangled noise as James signed the sketch and gave it to him as a present. His beady eyes looked up in admiration as James enchanted the picture to make Snape start hula dancing. "Thanks, Prongs!" He almost squealed, taking another look at the picture and guffawing at how hilarious it was. If only they could make Snape do that in real life...
He grinned as James spoke, his eyes steadily scanning the picture he'd beeng given. "I'm sure Padfoot will be just as famous as you, some day," Peter said like he was almost out of breath. Probably not to do with Quidditch - Sirius hated the sport. But probably something to do with Witch Weekly's most Charming Smile Award. However, unfortunately for Moon and his condition, it would be a bit difficult to find a steady job - let alone become a mega famous Quidditch Star like James. And as for Peter - well, Peter didn't even want to think about that.
"Full moon's nearly here," Peter said as he pursed his lips and tore his eyes away from the picture in his clammy hands. "Are we - ahem -" he started, nudging James in the side, indicating that he wanted to know if they were going out on the grounds and into the shrieking shack later on that week.
Peter was still struggling behind both James and Sirius when it came to their animagus form. And why did he get stuck with being a rat? Peter wished he could have been something really cool, like a jaguar or a tiger. But, no, he was stuck with being a rat, while Padfoot was a sleek black dog and Prongs was a powerful stag. It just wasn't fair.
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Post by James Potter on Mar 18, 2012 4:26:46 GMT
James smirked as Peter squealed with delight. What a rat he was. Not that Peter was a bad person, as is sometimes associated with rats. Oh no, on the contrary, the boy was very decent. He did make rat-like noises though. James found it very telling and very hilarious. James liked having Peter around though. It boosted his ego to have someone so thoroughly enjoy his artistic creations. What would be the point of him doing something if there was no one to tell him what an amazing person he was?
And in that moment, the smirk was wiped off the face of James. Oh, sure, Sirius was James’ best friend, but James still wanted to be better than him. The two were very evenly matched, especially in magical skills and intelligence, so being more famous was something that James wanted to hold over Sirius. A pout took over James’ mouth, “I’m going to be more famous,” James let out in something that sounded like a whine, though he would never admit it. “Don’t get me wrong, Wormy. All of us are going to be famous, probably for the most ever detentions while at Hogwarts, but it could be for a whole host of things. I want to me more famous than Sirius though. I have to one-up him somewhere.” James grumbled. He would not mention it, but Sirius dated more girls than he did. While James only really loved one girl, until she finally gave in and decided to date him, he needed to distract himself.
An eyebrow rising was James’ response to Peter’s half of a question, “Wormtail, are you hitting on me? Aheming and nudging only sounds like you’re trying to get me into a broom cupboard for a shag.” James, of course, knew exactly what Peter was asking him, but for Peter to ask so publicly in the Great Hall was dangerous, and, well, James liked teasing Peter, “If that’s the case, the answer is no. You’ll at least have to buy me dinner first.”
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