Post by JAMES MICHAEL POTTER on Aug 24, 2009 17:23:29 GMT -5
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JAMES MICHAEL POTTER
"Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch Redhead Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch"
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JAMES MICHAEL POTTER
"Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch Redhead Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch"
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OKAY, SO GIVE US THE BASICS !
"ER, HELLO THERE. I AM JAMES MICHAEL POTTER BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME JAMES. I HAVE BEEN WREAKING HAVOC FOR 15 YEARS AND I DON'T REALLY PLAN ON STOPPING SOON. I GRACED THIS WORLD WITH MY PRESENCE ON MARCH 27 1960. I BRANDISH A MAHONGANY, 11” WAND, I KNOW YOU ARE JEALOUS. I AM IN THE HOUSE OF GRYFFINDOR 5TH YEAR, AND DAMN PROUD. I WAS BORN WITH PUREBLOOD, NOT THAT IT REALLY MATTERS. SO YEAH, ARE WE DONE?"[/size]
SORRY, NOT QUITE. SO WHAT ARE AND AREN'T YOU INTO ?
"I love to hex and play pranks on everybody. Why you ask? It’s because I can and pretty much get away with it. But out of everyone at school I love to hex Severus Snape the most. Especially since he such an easy target and he has been seen talking to Lily Evans. Oh yea, that’s another thing I like. Her. Other girls seem to grow dim when they are in the presence of Lily Evans. Nobody can take the spot light of her when she is around…Oh sorry I zoned out what else was I talking about again?[/size]
Oh yea, Quidditch! I love the game! I love to fly! I love beating Slytherin’s butt in a game! Quidditch is the best sport of all time! I could spend hours just talking about the game! I get really excited when Quidditch is brought up in any conversation. I like my friends. Sirius, Remus and can’t forget little Peter. What do I like? Did I mention that I like Quidditch?
There is a few things I dislike. One of them happens to be Muggle and Muggle born haters. I also hate the term Mudblood. I hate when people pick on my friends (but I don’t mind picking on their friends.) I dislike how Lily keeps turning me down each time I ask her out. Come on who would want to date someone like me? I dislike Slytherin! Oh and I hate anyone that bad mouths Quidditch! I’ll hex you into next week if anyone speaks foul of my favorite sport.
HOW ER... INTERESTING. EVER LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR OF ERISED ?
"My dream is to become the world’s greatest quidditch player of all time. I see fans adoring me all the time, but wait they already do that. My goal is to win a date with Lily Evans. If I ever do look into the Mirror of Erised I would probably see Lily all over me. If that happens in real life I would be the happiest boy ever.[/size]
WHAT MAKES YOU SHAKE IN YOUR BOOTS ?
"One of my worst fears is being forced to give up Quidditch. Which I highly doubt that will ever happen. But you never know what would happen as I grow older. So of course it’s a concern of mine. Another one is Remus. I am not afraid of him persay. I just have fear for him. Every full moon he has to go through that. I worry about him.[/size]
EVEN YOU HAVE TO HAVE SOME GOOD QUALITIES, RIGHT ?
"I am really good at dueling and casting hex. I had practice on a few dozen students throughout my years at Hogwarts. I am fiercely loyal to my friends and they know I would do anything for them. I do have a good heart and I can be serious, but no one ever sticks around long enough to see that. Only my three closest friends. I like to think I can be charming and friendly. I am smart and get marks, though people think I cheat when really I am just that good.[/size]
AND IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS YOU HAVE YOUR BAD, HUH ?
"I have no weakness. I am the best of the best…okay you can stop giving me that look. I know everyone has their bad qualities. Mine just happens to be what I am the best at. No not quidditch. I am talking about making fun of other people. Playing pranks on them. Hexing them. These are bad and I know it. But I don’t want too many people know I am a big softy underneath. Besides Slytherin’s deserve it. I have a mouth that gets me into trouble some of the time. But going back to quidditch, I just remembered that I do have a bad flaw that can be good sometimes. I am too competitive and I play to win. I would do anything to win and that includes hurting people around me.[/size]
LET'S GET DIRTY. WHAT TURNS YOU ON ?
"I am a guy, a lot of things turn me on. But what would turn me on the most is any girl that can play quidditch and hold her own. Someone who would want me to be there for them and protect them from whoever is hurting them. A certain red head would have to be in the picture though. I can’t seem to get her out of my head. But what would turn me off is girls that try too hard to get to you. Girls that only want to date you because of your status. Also…if you tell me you hate quidditch I will never give them the time of day. Nope. Don’t even try. Just thinking about it makes me hate any girl that says that."[/size]
DO YOU LOVE YOUR FAMILY ?
"I have a mother and a father. You can call them Mr. and Mrs. Potter and I will call them Mother and Father. I am the only child so I have been pretty much spoiled most of my life. Never having to worry about money. I don’t have any close relatives. I am a long distant relative of Sirius. But other than that…just me and my folks.”[/size]
WHERE YA FROM, BY THE WAY ?
"I hail from an island called England. Live right outside of London in a nice family home. Have an extra bedroom for when Sirius comes over for the holidays. And a house elf, whom we aren’t mean too. We aren’t like other purebloods. Go Muggles!”[/size]
THE DEMENTORS ARE HERE. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ?
"It was probably the night when we first went out with Remus to the Shrieking Shack and transformed into our amingus forms. Me in my stag, Sirius as the dog, Peter as the rat and Remus…well as the werewolf. Everything was going fine until a stray person got to close. It almost got us killed by a werewolf trying to save that person. Since then we have taken extra precautions to make sure no one ever gets close enough again.”[/size]
BETTER GET UP A PATRONUS. WHAT ARE YOU REMEMBERING ?
"There are a lot of things that actually make me happy. But the one thing that truly brings a smile to my face is seeing Lily fired up when she yells at me. To be honest, it’s quite hurtful but at least she talks to me when she does. Even if talking means yelling at me and it usually doesn’t have anything nice to say either. Still I enjoy our little ‘chats’. Thinking about it brings a smile to my face…I think I will ask her out again.”[/size]
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HI, I AM Rei AND I AM 24 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR six years AND I'M NOT
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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HI, I AM Rei AND I AM 24 YEARS OLD.
I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR six years AND I'M NOT
QUITTING ANYTIME SOON. WELL, I GUESS I NEED TO SHOW YOU I'M THE SHIT,
SO HERE IT GOES.
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Tired and beat, James crawled out into the sunshine from under the Whomping Willow after a night of running around with his good friends. Call it reckless if you want but the reason behind their monthly adventure was to make sure Remus was alright. And it wasn’t until recently they were able to pull of the fact that a werewolf wouldn’t attack them. In fact, it was genius. He was followed by his other companions, but he didn’t bother to turn around and wait for them. He was tired and all he could think about was going to bed. Sure he might miss a class or two or maybe all of them, he would still get good marks and everyone would wonder how he manage to pull it off.
Walking into the class, without anyone noticing him, he started to walk up the stairs to the top floor where the Gryffindor common room was located. Usually took two steps at a time, now it seemed like a forever crawl to the top. Each step of steps seemed to be stretched on and on. He stopped on one landing and looked down and yawned. He was half way there. James was like a zombie as he continued to make his way up the stairs. Finally coming to the Fat Lady he said to her. “Wiggleworth.” But she was too busy talking to another painting nearby. His eyes looked at the women in the painting and blinked a few times before saying the password again, this time a little louder. But still the Fat Lady didn’t open the pathway to the commonroom.
Rubbing his eyes, as it was apparent that he was getting slightly annoyed with the painting that he finally yelled it out. “WIGGLEWORTH!” The Fat Lady didn’t like his tone of voice as she was grumbling on how rude he was being and that he should had been patient and maybe add a please in there. But nonetheless, she opened the passage way that lead into the common room. Walking inside, he saw a few students already up and about. James flashed a smile at some of the students that looked his way as he made his way across the floor towards the stairs that lead to the boys dorm. He didn’t see Lily which made him frown. He wanted to at least look at the redhead before going off to lala land.
Finally coming to the foot of the stairs and groaned. “More stairs…I hate stairs.” He grumbled under his breath as he started to make his way up them. They weren’t as long, in fact they were about only 15 steps before he reached the top and went right towards to the boys dorm. He took one glimpse towards the common room below and entered the dorm. Taking off his shirt as he entered and throwing it towards his trunk and kicking off his shoes as he sat down on his bed. He barely got under his blanket when he heard the others walking in. They were quite so he guessed that there were all tired. He turned on his side and buried his head under his pillow. He barely closed his eyes when he fell fast asleep. Knowing that classes were going to start and the professors were going to wonder where Mr. Potter was. He just hoped that they didn’t punish him by giving him detention and telling him he couldn’t go to Quidditch Practice. The thought made him twitch in his dreams as he begun to have his nightmare of missing Quidditch Practice because he was being what he does best, a loyal friend and a royal pain in the arse.
Walking into the class, without anyone noticing him, he started to walk up the stairs to the top floor where the Gryffindor common room was located. Usually took two steps at a time, now it seemed like a forever crawl to the top. Each step of steps seemed to be stretched on and on. He stopped on one landing and looked down and yawned. He was half way there. James was like a zombie as he continued to make his way up the stairs. Finally coming to the Fat Lady he said to her. “Wiggleworth.” But she was too busy talking to another painting nearby. His eyes looked at the women in the painting and blinked a few times before saying the password again, this time a little louder. But still the Fat Lady didn’t open the pathway to the commonroom.
Rubbing his eyes, as it was apparent that he was getting slightly annoyed with the painting that he finally yelled it out. “WIGGLEWORTH!” The Fat Lady didn’t like his tone of voice as she was grumbling on how rude he was being and that he should had been patient and maybe add a please in there. But nonetheless, she opened the passage way that lead into the common room. Walking inside, he saw a few students already up and about. James flashed a smile at some of the students that looked his way as he made his way across the floor towards the stairs that lead to the boys dorm. He didn’t see Lily which made him frown. He wanted to at least look at the redhead before going off to lala land.
Finally coming to the foot of the stairs and groaned. “More stairs…I hate stairs.” He grumbled under his breath as he started to make his way up them. They weren’t as long, in fact they were about only 15 steps before he reached the top and went right towards to the boys dorm. He took one glimpse towards the common room below and entered the dorm. Taking off his shirt as he entered and throwing it towards his trunk and kicking off his shoes as he sat down on his bed. He barely got under his blanket when he heard the others walking in. They were quite so he guessed that there were all tired. He turned on his side and buried his head under his pillow. He barely closed his eyes when he fell fast asleep. Knowing that classes were going to start and the professors were going to wonder where Mr. Potter was. He just hoped that they didn’t punish him by giving him detention and telling him he couldn’t go to Quidditch Practice. The thought made him twitch in his dreams as he begun to have his nightmare of missing Quidditch Practice because he was being what he does best, a loyal friend and a royal pain in the arse.
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