James Potter

“He’s got me,” Lucius shook his head. “And he tolerates my antics for whatever reason.” He couldn’t quite figure out why James was curious, but he wasn’t giving away anything overly personal. “I believe fed up is a better phrase than lonely. Sev doesn’t have the patience for most of the house drama.”

“I understand, I also really don’t quite tolerate him,” James sighed loudly before crossing his arms, saddened that Lucius hadn’t delved deeper. “Is everything quite alright with you?”

There was a moments hesitation, gaze darting about their surroundings before he replied in a hush tone. “— we can’t talk like this, not here, not where people can see us.”

“Well--then I can easily find us a good hiding spot where we could talk about these things in secret?” James raised a brow hoping Regulus was okay with that.

“Oi you shit head don’t ruin it for me!” Sirius playfully shoved his friend, laughing as if he was a barking dog. “Honestly i’m already distracted mate.”

James continued smiling as he watched Sirius laugh. “Good, my plan has worked. What does a girl hold your attention?”

“It’s my student duty to keep the castle clean. Professors are always telling me to step it up, so here I am, stepping it up. Feel free to join me. Oh, glad you’re here by the way. Have you talked with Remus lately?”

“That’s not my job Prewett,” James laughed softly. “No I haven’t had the chance to speak to him yet, why is something up?” he looked a bit concerned as he made sure his things were away from Fabian’s grabbing range. 

“—– and how is my life any of YOUR business?”

“Well because I genuinely care about your wellbeing Regulus? Your brother needed help, and I know you do as well.”

“I’m not in a mood for jokes is all,” Lucius shrugged. “People only ever come to me if they need something, are going to complain, or have something nasty to say about me. I don’t have any friends, so I figure it’s one of those and I –” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “I don’t have time for it right now.” Lucius let his features relax when he took in James’ look of disbelief. He almost felt bad for having been rude. “Well enough, I suppose.”

James was never really rude to Lucius, he didn’t have any reason to be since their interactions were so few and far in between. “Well--Severus, I mean he doesn’t seem to like spending time with you guys,” he crossed his arms feigning a sense of concern. “Is he really that lonely?” 

“Can’t talk now- I actually have the motivation to do homework for once.”

“Wow Sirius, I’m really proud of you now how long until you get distracted? Because that sounds more believable,” James was joking and the smile showed just that. He was genuinely proud of Sirius and was happy to see him have motivation.

Lucius stilled, his eyebrows furrowing together when his name was called. A quick glance around would show that Potter was the only person that seemed somewhat cheerful to see him. Lucius pressed his tongue against his cheek and turned toward James, his eyes narrowing once he neared him. “This better not be a prank or a pun.”

“Come on Malfoy, why do you have to be so rude?” James shook his head as he gave the blond a look of disbelief. “I just wanted to know how well you knew your fellow Slytherins,” he eyed Lucius carefully, there was a bigger plan in his question, and he hoped the other male wouldn’t catch on.

James looked over his shoulder to the Slytherin boy making his way down the hallway. “Hey, Lucius!” he smiled as he called him over. “I need to ask you something,” James patiently waited and wondered if Lucius would actually listen to him or not. 

“Well until that theory is proves false, I guess I’ll continue to think that it is the truth.” Isa gave a chuckle, a very light chuckle, before offering the boy a sigh. “You really should pay attention in class, Potter. You may think you can fly through life on your broomstick, but you aren’t as good looking as you think and I doubt you can make a living from your quidditch moves. What do you plan on doing with yourself?”

James blinked when she said he wasn’t attractive. “I can make a living off of Quidditch if I felt the need too, I won’t need to even look their way for the national league to sign me on,” he didn’t take likely to his ego being bruised and puffed up his chest, asserting his own sort of dominance. “If you didn’t find me so attractive Isabelle why would you even be thinking about what kind of fantasies I have?” James had no idea what he wanted to do in the future his own personal goal was to lead something. yet he wasn’t sure what that would be.

His heart began thudding uncontrollably and his mouth almost immediately ran dry at the sight of the Gryffindor. Despite his extreme discomfort in Potter’s presence, Severus gave no indication that he was the least bit anxious. He glared determinedly at Potter, eyes dark. Severus immediately closed the book, not wanting to give the other a chance to vandalize his hard work. He held the book firmly, immediately stiffening. How would James even know what Severus had gotten on the last test? He hadn’t bombed it, per say, but McGonagall was meticulous when grading and Severus’ messy, sometimes almost ineligible writing certainly wasn’t helping him in any way. “And I suppose being the star of the Gryffindor Quidditch team certainly didn’t assist you with your, I’m sure, perfect marks.” Severus’ mind was scrambling for something to say, anything to make the Gryffindor leave as quickly as possible. His fingers twitched, aching for his wand’s contact. “Though, I don’t understand the appeal; being the golden boy of Gryffindor is almost as prestigious as being a mudblood’s house elf.”

“It really didn’t Snivellus, it’s sad to think that you are trying to come up with some sort of excuse on why I am better than you,” James knew the games Severus played, he knew it was all an attempt to get rid of him. His eyes looked down at the other’s twitching hand and sighed loudly. “I’m the best in transfiguration and you know that,” James was about to continue his compliments about himself until he heard the word ‘mudblood’ come out of the other male’s mouth. “Mudblood? Really? I can’t wait till Lily hears about this, how would she feel if her precious best friend--don’t see how you could have friends--hears about this?” he squinted his eyes knowing full well Lily was more powerful than a hex to use against Severus. “I knew you were a greasy friendless git, but I didn’t think you’d be this rude to your crush.”

She let a small smirk play across her lips, happy with his response. “I didn’t say about me, did I? Just pointed that you’d be the kind of boy to be into all that.” She waved him off after a quick shake of her head. “Anyway, Since you ran me down, I need notes for Herbology. I know you have them, share?”

“I am not,” James answered it quickly unable to not have the last word. “Me? have notes? You honestly don’t know me. I do have notes but none of it would make sense to you, I have my own way of note taking if I ever do decide to take notes at all,” he sighed softly staring at the girl across from him with a raised brow. 

Isabelle narrowed her eyes on him as a small smile crept onto her features. “Aw, been thinking about my panties again, James?” She let a light chuckle escape from her red stained lips before she let her eyes run over him. Isabelle would see if she could crack him, most boys around here cracked within moments but she felt that James may be a slightly tougher opponent. “This sounds a little like a challenge– Or a fantasy you’ve had. You seem the type to have weird Quidditch sex dreams, so I definitely wouldn’t put it past you.”

James rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Your panties would be the last thing on my mind,” his good mood was only a tiny bit ruined, though the process of turning Isabelle down kept it high. “No, I don’t have weird Quidditch sex dreams or any fantasy about you, don’t flatter yourself too much honey. I’m not the kind of guy you like anyways.”

Studying, Severus Snape seemed to always have his long, crooked nose in some sort of textbook. Today was no different, of course. Rather than simply read and take notes, the half-blood had decided to continue his renovations of Advanced Potion-Making. Dark eyes lovingly caressed the textbook page displaying techniques to create a rather complex transfiguration potion. After reading the page thoroughly, Severus pulled a quill from seemingly nowhere and began scratching his own notes in the book. Replacements for ingredients, methods to make the potion more potent, the young potions prodigy began to write down ideas as quickly as they would form in his whirring mind. Abruptly, the young Slytherin haulted his writing, mid word. He stared blankly at the page for a moment before slowly looking up, venom seeping from his expression. “Was it your intention to disrupt my studying or are you simply so vacuous that you can’t identify when someone wishes to be left alone?” The end of his sentence faded into a growl as he visualized daggers digging into the intruder from all angles.

James had been idly roaming the library after having finished one of his essays when he had run into Snape perched in a seat all by himself. He could not leave the Slytherin boy alone, be it with no one around them Snape had nowhere to run. “Did you want to be alone? Or did you just have no one to be with Snivellus?” A small sly smile appeared on James’ lips this was only the beginning. “I want to keep you company, help you study since you know--I did so well on the past test,” he approached the table leaning ever so casually on the side closest to him and sighed dramatically. “Which you wouldn’t know since you bombed it, right?”

It was unlike Isabelle to pay attention when walking to and from classes. Why would she need to? People automatically moved out of her way whenever she was walking, just a perk of being popular. Today, she had her nose in a book; a slight change from usual when she had her friends around her constantly updating her with the latest gossip from around the castle. Today Isa had given them the slip, allowing her a brief moment to catch up on some reading as she made her way to Xylomancy in the north tower. She was just turning a page when her shoulder received an awful knock causing her to drop her belongings. Looking up at the boy, she threw him a dark look before rubbing her shoulder. “We’re not on the pitch, Potter. You don’t have to treat me like a beater.”

James raised his eyebrows at her attitude after he had clearly apologized to her for the mistake. “Oh this is nothing Isabelle, you’d know if I was treating you like a beater, for starters I wouldn’t have apologized,” giving her a small smile he sighed. “So no need to get your panties in a twist,” James looked her up and down before shaking his head. “I’m not going to apologize again so you either take this one or you don’t,” crossing his arms, James kept the small smile as he stared at her.