Post by JAMES POTTER .!. on Sept 30, 2009 12:34:33 GMT -5
this app is complete.
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I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
[/font]I BEEN ROAMIN' AROUND ,
always lookin' down at all i see
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JAMES SIRIUS POTTER[/center]
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PAINTED FACES FILL ,
[/font]PAINTED FACES FILL ,
the spaces i can't reach
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NICKNAMES: james, jamie, potter
AGE: six to the teen
D.O.B.: 13 october, babe
YEAR: sixth, the best
HOUSE: gryffindor and you know it
WAND TYPE: yew, thirteen inches, pheonix feather
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YOU KNOW THAT I ,
[/font]YOU KNOW THAT I ,
could use somebody
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EYE COLOUR: green, like my dads
HEIGHT: five foot eleven inches, remember because i won't be measuring myself again soon
WEIGHT: bout one hundred and something, i don't know
PERSONAL STYLE: anything, everything. what ever my hands find first in the mornings. that usually consists of ripped jeans and a shirt, unless of course it's during school, for which time i wear my gryffindor robes.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION: untidy, but not uncaring. my face is rarely serious and never unhappy. i have my fathers face and eyes, but my mothers good eesight and quick come backs. i look arrogant, but my face is also kind. better believe it baby.
PLAY BY: ben barnes, of course
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AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
[/font]AND ALL YOU KNOW ,
and how you speak
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CHARACTER DISLIKES: overly friendly girls. gossip. slytherins. indecisive people. swats. slytherin. transfiguration. being discouraged. did i mention slytherin?
GOALS: living up to harry
BOGGART: disappointing harry
PATRONUS: my first day at hogwarts
CORPOREAL PATRONUS: polar bear, don't ask me why
DEMENTOR: that fight with jess was absolutely brutal
AMORENTIA: paint to parchment, burning insence.
BASIC PERSONALITY: witty. confident. generous. arrogant. proud. chivilrous. brave. happy.
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COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
[/font]COUNTLESS LOVERS ,
under cover of the streets
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MOTHER: ginny weasley-potter
BROTHER(S): albus potter
SISTER(S): lily potter
PARTNER: zalia finch-fletchy and i know you're jealous
OTHER: not really no
BLOOD STATUS: half blood; my grandmother was muggle born
HOMETOWN: it wasn't really a town, just a house in the middle of nowhere in between everywhere
CURRENT RESIDENCE: hogwarts, i guess
BIOGRAPHY: i always called my father harry, or 'sir.' and so did Al and Lily, because they were coping me. it was just as a sign of respect.
harry wasn't like other fathers. he played with us, he read to us, he showed us moral standards of society. he was a satisfactory parent.
my life was reasonably uneventful before i came to hogwarts. Al and Lily and i spent our days daydreaming or investigating or thinking up our own stories about the legendary Voldemort.
We'd always been curious as to why harry called him Tom, and why everyone in our family hushed when we asked our father for more details about it.
it was only when we started school we realized exactly what our father had done. why he had not told us confused me at first, but something changed when i discovered who harry really was. i no longer saw him as the boring tired man he had once been in my eyes. now i saw him as a hero; a story that i wanted to learn more about but was too afraid to ask information on.
that was not the only turning point in my life. there was jessica slithertongue, who probably left the greatest impression on my life. but if i may, i'd rather not go into details about her. if you want to know our story, ask someone else.
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I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
[/font]I HOPE IT'S GONNA MAKE ,
you notice someone like me,
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RP EXPERIENCE: one year and you better believe it
HOW YOU FOUND US: im an admin and im sure you know it
OTHER CHARACTERS: rayne kedward and scorpius malfoy and they kick ass
POP QUIZ! do we have one yet?
[/color][/b][/font] !?
people you know become people you knew[/color][/font] !?
james was watching her stride away when he realized that he would be late for his own class. he was so angry. he was a quick-thinking smart ass who always had a come back, so why could he not manage to spit out the simple words "You were walking around with your eyes closed; you couldn't expect not to walk into something." no. of course not.
conversation with jessica had once been a very natural thing for james. there was never a subject to personal, never had there been anything he couldn't trust her with.
why is it only the ones you love who's flaws escape you? james had found himself wondering for some time now how he had not come to notice those dominant traits in jessica and her incestuous family before. he had heard her comments on muggle borns and squibs, yet his mind had somehow ignored them subconsciously. and now he had let it ruin his life.
either not noticing or choosing to ignore the light rain that had just sprung, james began to walk to defense against the dark arts.
by the time james arrived there, the class was full and had been going on for five minutes. an order to sit - and all too suddenly he was next to her.
he could feel the resentment rolling off her as she stared at the instructions on the large blackboard. he saw the words as transparent today, not registering what exactly they meant.
he was waiting for that unavoidable moment when -- by accident or by clever design of the universe -- he would be forced to speak to her.
the entire conversation was planned out in his head. she would be cold, but half way through their work she would slip and smile... willing his daydreams into reality, he sighed heavily and turned to face her.
his mouth was open as if to say something, but no sound came out. look, can we just talk about this? no, he couldn't say that. he wasn't sorry, so why should he speak in apologetic tones? she ought to be sorry.
well, she isn't.
"Jess..." maybe he would have been able to say more, had she not looked at him. but the words swallowed themselves from his tongue to his mind again, and he spoke the first words that he could think of to redeem himself.
"You're doing it wrong." arrogance. it was so much easier than showing how one actually feels. but it did give him an opening, however small, to make an attempt at redemption.
as quickly and sneakily as he could, he took her hand and showed her the wand movement she should have been doing. and even when he had... he didn't let go of her hand. not because he didn't want to, he very much wanted to release her it was just...
he was shocked at himself. his entire body was rigid from his own daring. he was practically holding her hand. and it felt wonderful. her skin was warm in a soft way, and was slowly heating under his, creamy and delicate and inviting.
she stopped trying to pull her hand out from his and neither of them moved for a moment.
don't let this be happening, please don't let this be happening.
but it was. he was holding her hand. he was mortified, but slowly he began to want to stay in that position. they'd had so many wonderful times; playing pranks, friendly jokes... how many times had he dreamed of asking her to dance? how many classes had he spent day dreaming over whether or not she liked him back? how many tests had he failed and fights had he started simply because she was the only thing occupying his mind? too many.
he wanted her. she had wanted him. and they'd both blew it over heritage. something that stupid. he was proud to call his grandmother and grandfather for who they were. he was proud that he was a gryffindor. he was proud of who he was and who he had yet to become.
but who you are is made by the company you keep. and she was not appropriate company for someone like james. did he care? i rather doubt it. he was tempted at that very second to pull her hand to his lips and say, "let's be friends again, i missed you," and to kiss her hand so softly... maybe it's not to late.
such a long and pointless silence was finally broken.
he let go of her hand.
well hi there M.I.S.S.J.E.S.S.I.C.A.S.L.I.T.H.E.R.T.O.N.G.U.E.
how are you im feeling W.O.N.D.E.R.F.U.L.
just wanted to say T.H.I.S.P.O.S.T.I.S.F.I.N.I.S.H.E.D.
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OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
[/font]OFF IN THE NIGHT ,
while you live it up
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