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James walking into the great hall and finding out that he and Sirius both have the same outfit on, and they both look at each other and roll their eyes and James grumbles about how their Mum is bonkers buying them all the same clothes.

Lily Evans questioning why their Mum is still buying them clothes at fifteen.

James turning a very bright red and trying to defend himself, While Sirius turns over the whole “Mum” thing in his head, deciding he likes the title better on Ms. Potter than his own mother.

Sirius and James having matching bedsets on their dorm beds and getting endless crap about it from the other boys in their year.

Sirius and James having the same pajamas and, “Jesus Christ Mum, there’s a place to draw the line, and that place is at pajamas.”

Sirius secretly loving it because he’s never had a family before and while he knows family isn’t about matching jumpers, it’s certainly a nice benefit, and it makes him feel like he belongs somewhere.

Lily Evans Year 2: That James Potter bloke is kind of cute

Lily Evans Year 3: Nevermind he's an asshole

Lily Evans Year 4: Stupid James Potter with his stupid glasses and his stupid eyes

Lily Evans Year 5: I don't even care that he plays Quidditch he's still a jackass and who the hell could be attracted to a smile that adorable its just unnatural I don't even care don't look at me Potter

Lily Evans Year 6: Just because he's getting his shit together doesn't mean I like him it just means that he's not acting like a child anymore and it's not like that matters because it's still James Potter and I hate his stupid gorgeous face

his quidditch prowess is down to 3 parts talent, 3 parts hard work and 1 part sheer dumb luck

pulls off risky, flashy moves that shouldn’t be possible almost without fail 

…almost

there was the time he made a particularly spectacular dive for the quaffle and ended up in the hospital wing with a shattered collar bone, a fractured wrist and an assortment of minor sprains

but gryffindor still won and evans came to visit him on his sick bed and she was probably like, Really Impressed

so, really, he considers it a success anyway

he treats his broom like a child

he sleeps with it in his bed

he only lets two people in the entire world touch it: madam hooch (who he has mad respect for) and his former captain

sirius is like, weirdly jealous about this

though he wouldn’t admit it 

sirius: why would I even WANT to touch your broom you fanatical weirdo

james: *waggling eyebrows* i can think of a few reasons

honest-to-god sobbed the first time his team won under his captaincy

sirius offers to hex his opponents for him, like, at least once a week, but james thinks thats just bad form 

(and anyway, knowing that he’s beat them good and proper is a way better ego boost)

((though that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to a not-entirely-honourable tackle if the other team are playing dirty))

after he becomes captain he’s in practice so often that he wears his quidditch robes more often that his normal robes

this drives his professors up the wall but they stop trying to enforce uniform rules on him about a month in because they realise if they kick him out every time he turns up in quidditch robes he will literally miss half of his classes

((lily evans thinks that whoever invented quidditch robes was trying to ruin specifically her life like how is she supposed to concentrate on advanced vanishment theorems when james potter is strutting about with his hair and his arms and his quidditch robes)) 

anyway 

his team have a love-hate relationship with him

when its 4:30am and freezing cold and raining and james is disconcertingly chipper, already running drills that make them crave the sweet embrace of death, it errs more on the hate side 

as it does when he’s trying to enforce his ungodly 24-hour-spinach-smoothie-lockdown

‘come on, captain, if i don’t eat something solid in the next 30 seconds i think i might actually cry’

‘power through, meadowes, think of the antioxidants’ 

but after they’ve absolutely smashed a match and james has just come back from a hogsmeade raid and he’s plying them all with butterbeer and chocolate frogs whilst yelling at anyone who will listen how proud he is, they s’pose he’s not so bad

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-sirius black

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