Post by jamesypoo on Jan 16, 2012 3:44:29 GMT
james sirius potter
SEVENTEEN - GRYFFINDOR - HALFBLOOD – MAX IRONS
THE SCARS OF YOUR LOVE
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hm? what's this? you've never heard of me? james sirius potter the second, the greatest and eldest son of the harry james potter and ginny molly potter? absurd. have you been living under a rock for seventeen years? no? well, let me give you the low-down real quick.
i am seventeen years old, as previously insinuated, and the proudest gryffindor to ever live. i embody all the chief traits of your average gryffie -- arrogance, courage, daring, bravery, chivalry, reckless, often self-righteous, and a pain-in-the-arse. as such, i'm named after the second and third greatest men to live, james potter the first and sirius black. they were quite the jokers and i rather think i've done them proud. i have a habit of getting into trouble by pulling pranks, mostly on the slytherins, and injuring myself due to the pranks or during fierce quidditch matches. quidditch is fun, but winning is more important. my seeker skills are very important and rare, i think.
i also like to think of myself as charismatic and egotistical, but that may be because people always tell me that. doesn't bother me in the slightest. but my humor and charm make up for it. no one can resist, especially the ladies. i tend to go from girl to girl but i have self-respect for myself and respect for the current lady. partially why these relationships never work out is because of firewhiskey and my deep affection for one slytherin girl.
my family is huge, as it encompasses all the potter and weasley names. they're mostly my cousins, and as one of the eldest ones at hogwarts, i tend to look out for them around the castle. rose weasley is my particular favorite to annoy, but albus is fun to tease too. albus severus and lily luna are my younger siblings. sometimes i give albus too much of a riding but that's because i don't know the boundaries very much. lily and i are more alike, but she doesn't like when i interfere with her love life.
i don't give a rat's arse about blood purity or prejudice or anything of the sort. in fact, the object of my affections, for nearly seven years, is a muggleborn slytherin. she hates me, but i secretly think that a sign that she adores me. we have competitive natures and exploits my chivalry. one day, lauren digiacomo will be mine. mark my words.
and maybe the lesser known, my favorite subjects are herbology and potions, and i'm taking my astronomy NEWTS with my best mate. my patronus is a snowshoe hare and my boggart is a snake -- thus, i cast expecto patronum with a thirteen-inch mahogany wand with a dragon-heartstring core that's reliably sturdy. fascinating, huh?
send me an owl if you want more, love. i'm always more than happy to talk more about myself.
YOUR GOING TO WISH
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name/alias: kat! :'D
gender: female!
age: two decades!
contact: pm/tumblr/etc.
how you found us: JAGK!
other characters: n/a!
experience: four years!
role play sample:"This is all your fault, Potter, you arrogant tosser."
"Hey! Watch the foul language, DiGiacomo. You're lucky that my bone split in half, or I'd—"
"Do you two ever stop arguing? You're constantly at each other's throats. And Mr. Potter, if you'd not flail your broken arm around, we could start with the treatment."
"Alright, Poppy, do me your worst."
I had broken plenty of bones in the past, and hearts, so this was mere routine to me. Madame Pomfrey and I were quite the friends by now, and if I buttered her up right, I could call her Poppy. McGonagall still mystified me, however. Why she was so adamant against Minny was beyond me…
"Why are you here, anyway?" I asked Lauren. "And how is it all my fault?"
She hesitated. "I feel… obligated. Yeah."
"After your boyfriend broke my arm?"
"He's not my boyfriend. You overreacted."
Madame Pomfrey was shaking her head as she performed her fancy healing spells or whatever. I don't think she expected any different.
"I was defending your honor, first of all. Second of all, he had it coming regardless. "
Lauren didn't reply. Madame Pomfrey was done soon enough and asked me to flex my arm. It didn't hurt and bent naturally. Another successful fix to my fourth broken arm.
"You didn't answer my other question, DiGiacomo," I pointed out.
"Well… you shouldn't have done that. The Slytherins are unforgiving."
"You don't think I know that? After poking around with Albus and Scorpius, and everything with classes and the Quidditch rivalry? Everything I do has a point."
"I don't mean that," she snapped back.
"Oh, well, in that case, some of your Slytherin peers have their heads so far up their arses—"
The nurse hemmed. "I don't want to see you in here tomorrow, Mr. Potter," Madame Pomfrey said.
"Don't worry, I've got detention. Pretty harmless in terms of damaging myself," I replied, hopping off the bed. To Lauren, I gave her a sarcastic remark. "I'd offer you my arm and walk you back, but I'd rather not get it broken again so soon after it was fixed."
"I'm perfectly capable of walking myself back, Potter. My legs aren't broken," she retorted. "That sort of attitude will get you more than a broken arm."
"Well, excuse me! I guess you Slytherins respond to verbal abuse, rather than to gentlemanly cues. Go on, your obligation has been met."
I noticed how Lauren bit the bottom of her lip. It was a total turn-on. She only did that when she felt some sort of emotion in that mean façade of a Slytherin shell. She spoke quickly and hurried off. I think she thanked me, which was an impressive feat. That was a compliment in itself.
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