James Potter, 17 years of age, and basically the best person you will ever meet.

Gryffindor Chaser and Captain, bloody brilliant Quidditch player, handsome, windswept, talented, clever, hilarious and altogether fun to be around. Oh, and Head Boy, as well.

Gryffindor for the cup!

itspadfoot:

Sirius even laughed a little, though he couldn’t really keep his eye from darting over to Remus every once in a while. He frowned again though as James sat down, suddenly looking sulled and very, very serious. Serious James made Sirius worry, and so his frown only deepened when he looked up at him. “What?!?” He gasped as soon as James spoke. His eyes had to have gone as wide as dinner plates, his stomach felt like it had dropped out from under him. “What? What? Are you sure? What? How?” His mind suddenly seemed to be racing and flashes of every emotion imaginable seemed to jolt through him. He sat down in the chair behind him, staring at James, his legs seemed to have given out on him.

“Yes, I’m sure,” James said, not even able to muster up the energy necessary to be indignant. He understood all to well the mixed emotions that came with this knowledge and it was only adding to the fatigue he already felt. Flashes of Jason’s face were plaguing him again, flashes of the blood and the pain in his voice. He closed his eyes once firmly and then opened it again. “Killed himself. In Jason Abernathy’s arms, no less.”

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    Sirius yawned as well when...did, frowning over at him. He settled back on
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    “Right,” James said, and...that taken care of, his body was begging
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    Remus was more than glad when they avoided the stairs and took the passage way. As they continued to make their way...
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