#deerlyjames

@deerlyjames

november 5, 1976, 5pm

The sky was colouring, early evening splashing its colours along the horizon, a subtle melody of soft pinks and pale oranges brushing the bottoms of the thin streaks of white cloud. Late enough to be too late for a quidditch team to start a practice with winter shortened days, but enough light remained for their purposes.

The followers and spectators that sometimes accompanied teams and players practicing was absent, the pitch empty; relief loosens his shoulders, escapes on a sigh. It's not that he was incapable of making a fool of himself in front of people - he'd certainly done it before - but it was hardly a thought he'd relished.

Of course, there was always James, admired and golden, to be foolish in front of. But James would only laugh, not humiliate, wouldn't conflate failure with breeding.

He could have asked Sturgis or Amelia instead; either of his closest friends would have been more than willing to help him. But he took a certain childish glee at the thought of surprising them with the result. Muggleborn and not having joined a quidditch team, and thus without his own broom, he'd had little opportunity for flying at all since first year lessons.

diamond: a sex headcanon

ok so. i have to respond to this one right now because i got hellah muse for it in the shower. which is… strange. anyways!! to be quite honest, octavia tries to act like a little lioness but she’s probably more like a lion cub. she has only had sex one time and that during that one time she was knackered. thus, she was probably feeling a bit more confident than usual. she still tries to exude this confidence when it comes to sexual things because she desperately doesn’t want to be seen as some little perfect, prudish princess. but, truthfully? truthfully, if it ever got so far as to be an actual sexual situation, then she probably wouldn’t be as suave as she tries to be. i think that she would try to start off like she knew what the hell she was doing, but it wouldn’t take too long for her to become shy about it. there would definitely be some blushing and giggling as she tries to ease into the situation. which is kind of laughable to me considering how she tries to act all confident and smooth.

fossil: what my muses's dream job is

i really think that she would like to be a healer if she could. i actually had the headcanon that she is pretty adept with the healing spells that she does know. more than that, i just think she'd like to opportunity to make a difference. she's never much felt like she could make a difference in any way, so it would be wonderful in her opinion to be able to heal others.

hematite: how squeamish my muse is

G. A fistfight 

With the affection a sister would show her brother, and vice versa, Marlene and James happily chattered away as they walked toward fifth year potions, Marlene’s arm wrapped at James’s waist, and James’s around her shoulders. It was nothing to them, merely a casualty of their longtime friendship, and if others stared, they didn’t notice. 

“What are you doing tonight, McKinnon?” The voice of a seventh year Slytherin pulled the blonde’s attention from her conversation, the boy moving from his perch against the wall to stand in their pathway. “Or should I say who?” He raised a brow toward James. 

“Oh, bugger off,” Marlene rolled her eyes, having grown used to the whore innuendos enough by now to be bored by them. 

“What, Marley? Everyone knows you’re an easy lay,” the snake reached toward Marlene just as a hand whipped out to bat him away, not Marlene’s hand, but James’s. 

“I do believe the lady requested you sod off,” James spoke, cocking his head as he pushed the other boy’s hand back toward his body. 

“Look at you, Potter, defender of mudbloods, traitors, and now harlots,” a malicious grin appeared. 

The skin on skin smack stunned Marlene, as it took a moment to register James’s fist connecting with the seventh year’s jaw. “JAMES!” 

“You’re going to regret that one Potter, if I let you live that long,” the older boy’s eyes grew dark, just as he reared back and launched into a swing of his own. 

A crowd began to form around them, fists flying, and students cheering for opposing sides, all the while Marlene tried to differentiate her friend from and the other boy as she slowly drew her wand. “Petrificus totalus!” she screeched, repeating it just as the boys clattered toward the ground. 

“Finite,” the second spell she aimed only toward James, leaning toward the seventh year a moment. “Here I am, an easy lay, and still you can’t get any.” She rolled her eyes again, just before hauling James away by his arm. 

“I had it, McKinnon!” James huffed. 

“Oh shut up, Jamesie. You didn’t have to do that.” 

“That’s the thank I get for defending your honor?” 

“My honor was in no way at threat from that smarmy git,” she shook her head. “McGonagall’s going to have your arse if she finds out you were fighting.” 

“I think she fancies me, why else would she want so much one on one time,” James winked. 

Standing on the outskirts of the party, cigarette balanced between his fingers, Evan couldn’t help but feel totally and completely out of place. He didn’t know why he’d come, didn’t know why he was even bothering, but now that he was here, he simply wished that he was home once more.

Although, being home wasn’t much better, if he was being entirely honest. He could tell that his mother was cross with him for besmirching the name that she and his father had so carefully cultivated over the years, but more than that he knew that she could see the change in him. She didn’t know what it was or what had caused it, but the son that had left for Hogwarts in September was so scarily different to the son that had returned in December.

Seeing her reaction to this version of himself, Evan had realized that he was set on a path that he wasn’t ready for; a path that his cousin had embarked on, leaving him scorched off of the Black family tapestry. While that might have worked for Sirius, it was the last thing he wanted. So, he did what he could to get back to the person he was in September; he froze his heart, raised his chin, and tried to convince himself this was who he was.

Deep in thought, he didn’t realize that his cigarette had burned out until he lifted it to his lips and found that all he had in his hand was the filter. It had been his last cigarette too, and he’d wasted most of it.

[ ;; 5 owls that weren’t sent, and one that was ]

james: i don’t understand you. once i thought that i knew everything that you were: an arrogant selfish prick who lives for attention. it was a fact that i kept, one that i was so sure of. it was a constant in my life, one of the few and i really didn’t want to let it go. in a way, it was comforting knowing that i loathed you. but now i don’t know anymore. i wish that i hated you.

james: does anyone tell you how brave you are? i’m sure sirius and peter and remus must mention it in passing sometimes, but does anyone really sit you down and tell you? you could be living a life of ease, with the pure blood running through your veins, you have that option. but you didn’t take the easy path, james potter, you took the difficult one. you decided to stand up for what you believe in, regardless of your heritage and regardless of the society that you grew up in. you’re fighting a fight that doesn’t have to be your fight, but you’re at the front of the lines. 

james: don’t you feel the pressure of the future when you lie awake at night? it’s a palpable force, that digs into your flesh and makes you consider what kind of world you’ll be living in. there’s so much hatred in the world. it’s a poison that spreads and spreads and sometimes i’m not sure that anyone can clean it up. but i want to try. something tells me you do too. 

james: fighting back the butterflies and longing stares is tiring. god, it’s so tiring. i don’t know how i started to feel this way about you. i’m the girl who has an answer for everything but i have no fucking clue and it frightens me. i can’t let myself feel this way, james. with so much uncertainty and so much pain to go through, i can’t let myself feel anything like this. yes i know, you’ve been there for me when no one else was or no one knew how, you have stood up for me more times than i can count and something tells me that you’re not going to stop. but i can’t tell you how i feel. i’ve had the same nightmare for a couple of weeks now, everything’s dark and frightening and they’re all around me, but you save me in the knick of time and they murder you instead. don’t you see?? i can’t let myself feel for you because i can’t let you get hurt. i know i’m jumping ahead here, i know it. but something tells me that this isn’t a stupid crush. i wish it was just a stupid crush, i really do. for both of our sakes.

Potter, Just so you know, I think you and Lils would be quite the match. I am team James all the way! Don’t tell Lil I said that…and don’t make me regret saying it.

Jameeeeesss Bobert Potter!!! I’m stuck OUTSIDE The common Room. I can’t remember the bloody password. I think I drank too much. Help.

James, I never said thank you for helping her. If I couldn’t be there in glad it was you who was. I don’t know what I would’ve done if… She’s my best friend, thank you for saving her.

Jamessss, I just had the most brilliant idea. What if I play matchmaker and set ALL the Marauders up? (Why do you guys call yourselves that anyway?) Please, please, can I? It’ll be fun! If you convince the boys, I’ll convince a certain spunky red head to play along!

James, You know how you completely ditched me today when we were supposed to go unicorn hunting in the forest? Well I went anyway and I saw the STRANGEST thing! There was a giant black talk walking about with a rat riding on its back! How crazy is that! I couldn’t make this up!

Jamesie, Good news! Your mum sent a batch of treacle tarts! Bad news: I’ve intercepted the owl carrying them and am holding them hostage.