Post by lily on Aug 20, 2009 8:20:17 GMT 1
James Sirius Potter
nineteen, male, bisexual, halfblood, obliviator in training
nineteen, male, bisexual, halfblood, obliviator in training
the factfile[/font]
Height: 5’ 11”.
Build: Lanky and skinny, toned.
Wand: Vine and unicorn hair, twelve inches. Good for charm work and protective spells. Has a minor tendency to backfire when casting offensive spells.
Patronus: Meerkat – simply sitting in Diagon Alley with his family on a gorgeously sunny day, enjoying a caramel ice cream when he was six. Can life really get any more perfect than that?
Boggart: Goats. He’s absolutely terrified of goats. When he was five, he and his family were on holiday in Cornwall, where they stopped off at a farm. Harry thought it would be a great idea to take us round and see all the animals. It was going fine, and then all of a sudden this demon came up to James and started eating his jacket while he was still wearing it. Harry tried to pull his son away, but all that happened was the goat bit James instead of my coat a few times and he started crying. As such, he’s now quite paranoid that all goats are out to try and eat him.
Dementor: “Goodbye.” His worst memory is splitting up with a girlfriend back in his fifth year. Just a kid, he’d fancied himself in love and was heartbroken to hear her say those stupid little words. About how it wasn’t that she didn’t like him anymore, but she rather liked this other guy more and how she was sorry, and that she hoped they could still be friends. Yeah, right.
Amortentia:
* Bacon sandwiches.
* Coffee.
* Spices.
* Oil.
Nicknames:
* Jamesy.
* JamJam [aren’t young kids adorable when they can’t say things?].
* Potty.
* Jimmy.
* Jay.
* Mouse [he was rather short for his first four years at Hogwarts].
Clothing Style:
James is a bit of a scruffbag. Frankly, he likes to dress comfortably and Ministry rules be damned, he’ll dress how he likes. His clothes are never ironed and he frequently forgets to wash his own clothes, meaning that half the time it’s barely clean enough to wear. Gross, but it’s his own fault. He rarely wears anything formal if he can help it, but when he has to, he prefers the Muggle version of formal. His dad doesn’t seem to mind, so James doesn’t really care. Proper boots are a favourite of his, but because he is fond of them being black, he doesn’t get into too much trouble for them. His own clothes aren’t much better. Jeans and other Muggle apparel are commonplace in the Potter and Weasley household, and James isn’t one to go against tradition. He prefers the plainer variety of clothing, usually sticking to t*shirts and jackets with the occasional shirt chucked in for a bit of variety. It suits him, he’s just scruffy along with it. He has a pair of black glasses, but doesn’t have to wear them all the time; mostly just for reading.
[/font][/ul][/size]the biography
* Father * Harry James Potter, 42, Head Auror at the Ministry of Magic and occasional lecturer at Hogwarts.
* Mother – Ginevra Molly Potter [nee Weasley], 41, Senior Quidditch correspondent at the Daily Prophet.
Siblings:
* Albus Severus Potter, 18.
* Lily Luna Potter, 16.
Relatives:
* James Potter, grandfather, deceased.
* Lily Potter [nee Evans], grandmother, deceased.
* Arthur Weasley, grandfather.
* Molly Weasley [nee Prewett], grandmother.
* William Weasley, uncle, 54.
* Fleur Weasley [nee Delacour], aunt-in-law, 45.
* Victoire Weasley, cousin, 24.
* Dominique Weasley, cousin, 20.
* Louis Weasley, cousin, 17/18.
* Charlie Weasley, uncle, 53.
* Percival Weasley, uncle, 46.
* Audrey Weasley [nee ___], aunt-in-law, 47.
* Molly Weasley, cousin, 17/18.
* Lucy Weasley, cousin, 15/16.
* Fred Weasley, uncle, deceased.
* George Weasley, uncle, 44.
* Angelina Weasley [nee Johnson], aunt-in-law, 44.
* Fred Weasley II, cousin, 20.
* Roxanne Weasley, cousin, 21.
* Ronald Weasley, uncle, 42.
* Hermione Weasley [nee Granger], aunt-in-law, 42.
* Rose Weasley, cousin, 18.
* Hugo Weasley, cousin, 16/17.
Other Important Figures:
* Teddy Lupin, 26.
Pets: An Irish wolfhound puppy named Little John. James knew it was going to get bigger, but he didn’t anticipate how fast the puppy would grow and he’s beginning to wonder if he doesn’t need a bigger flat. He also has a tawny owl named Eragon. As you may begin to realise, he’s not creative when it comes to names.
Pensieve:
It was a little bit of a surprise when James popped out of the womb on a rather rainy December 12th, 2003, as Harry and Ginevra Potter had actually been expecting a girl. Not that it was a problem, exactly, but they’d already decorated his bedroom pink and picked out a lovely name for their darling little girl. Instead, James Sirius Potter [James for his late grandfather, Sirius for his dad’s late godfather] came into the world and immediately started bawling his eyes out. The problem of the room was soon sorted out and the three of them settled into their home, a cosy little family with only the occasional hiccup in the form of Harry being called away to work to deal with a Dark Wizard scare.
It wasn’t long before James found himself with a companion – his little brother Albus, instantly the perfect tug toy and something to chew on when James’s teeth were beginning to hurt. Much like he’d been noisy from birth, James was already proving he could be a real nuisance, and even though he was already settling into his role as protective big brother when Lily came along two years after Albus, he was also happily settling into the role of being their biggest annoyance too. He loved to play with them, but would often change the game and start tickling them or picking them up when they didn’t want to be held, and frankly things haven’t changed much.
When he was about five, Harry thought it was a sound idea to demonstrate how a broom worked to his eldest. James enjoyed watching his father playing Quidditch with the family at his Grandma Molly’s house, and now that he knew how to make a broom work, he could practise in secret and join his dad too! And so it was one warm summer’s afternoon, when his parents were busy with his siblings, that James snuck off and grabbed his dad’s broom out of the shed. He was pretty lucky, as far as such things go – Harry had noticed the lack of noise from his eldest child and started looking for him, stumbling across the little boy just as he’d managed to get hovering in the air, much higher than he should have been able to go. His dad’s cry of surprise and worry made him turn round and James found himself flying through the air, but not how he ever wanted to – he fell off the broom. Harry caught the little boy, who instantly started crying and clinging to the man’s jumper, and everything was okay. James was in trouble for a good week, but he’d also scared himself too badly to ever want to fly or play Quidditch in the future. Even to this day, the sensation of falling stays with him and he doesn’t want to experience it again. It was around the same age that he decided he really didn't like goats, either. One tried to eat his jacket while they were on holiday, and he was still wearing it at the time. It bit James as Harry tried to get him away, and he's disliked the animals [and even feared them] ever since.
The kids grew up and James turned eleven, finally getting his Hogwarts letter. To say he was excited was probably an understatement – he ran around the house the moment he got his letter, pulling out some clothes and his favourite football, trying to pack so he was ready for September. After his excitement had been quelled and his things unpacked, he started really preparing for the trip towards his future. He missed his brother and sister while he was away, but he was also so excited by this new adventure that he didn’t feel too homesick. He sent letters home constantly, detailing all the amazing things he saw and did at school [often omitting when he got into trouble; the teachers sent letters home for him in those events] and he spent the term breaks telling his siblings scare stories, which is what started off his desire to write for a living. It was so much fun to make things up that he simply continued doing it by writing his ideas down as he got older. His favourite was telling them that if either were sorted into Slytherin, they’d be disowned by the family. It was fun to see the terror on their faces and he’d often thought of turning round and saying he was joking, but he never did. It was too much fun and he was still too immature.
Albus quickly followed James into the world of Hogwarts and James was secretly pleased about this at first – it stopped people asking him about their parents, which was something he’d revelled in for the first month at Hogwarts, but quickly grew bored of as time passed. However, as he saw how upset his brother sometimes got, he lessened his teasing about the younger boy’s skills and quietly offered his support. Not that it stopped James teasing the poor kid about other things, but it was a brother’s prerogative to do such things. Lily turned up in James’s fourth year and just added to the sense of pride James got whenever he saw a member of his family succeeding.
Third year was a strange one for James, as a rumour started right at the end of it that he’d slept with one of the girls in the year above. At the time, neither he nor the girl in question admitted or denied it – she didn’t care and he thought it was funny – but because he’d found his interest in the opposite sex by that point and wasn’t shy about it, he developed a little bit of a reputation for sleeping around, even though it wasn’t true. He was actually kind of scared of sex until his sixth year, when he finally went to a party, got drunk and couldn’t remember why there was a girl in his bed the next morning. It was also his sixth year that he realised he actually liked the idea of being with a guy too, but he never really acted on it due to sheer laziness. He finished Hogwarts with four NEWTS – an O in Charms and Potions, much to everyone’s surprise, an E in Divination [which everyone suspects was just a fluke and down to his sometimes vivid imagination] and a P in Defence Against The Dark Arts. He actually took six subjects, but no one mentions his Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology grades if they can help it. Now in the big bad world, James managed to land a job in the Ministry of Magic as an apprentice Obliviator, although whether this was down to his own skill or his father’s reputation, he still can’t figure out. However, he’s still the same loud, brash and sometimes annoying boy he’s always been. He made a promise to his mother before leaving that he’d be more professional and get into fewer fights this year [usually started because someone made a derogatory comment about the family, something James simply can’t tolerate], but he’s already finding it difficult. If only he wasn’t so easy to set off...
[/ul][/size] [/font]the inner workings
* Hogwarts.
* His family, including his million cousins.
* His job.
* Comedies.
* Surprises [the good kind only].
* Birthdays [anyone's].
* Christmas, even if he isn't particularly religious.
* Anything new.
* Change [again, the good kind].
* The countryside.
* Solving problems, even if it takes him a while.
* Coffee. He loves coffee.
* Winding up Albie, sometimes.
* Writing.
* Lasagne.
* Holidays.
* Cold days.
* Caramel ice cream.
* Lychees.
* Muggle soap operas, but don’t tell anyone else.
* Trips to the pub.
* Football.
* Chocolate.
* The colours red and yellow.
* Pepsi.
Dislikes:
* Being wrong.
* Asking for help.
* Ordering people about.
* Being ordered to do something without an explanation.
* Being called a coward.
* His plans being ruined.
* Peas.
* Couscous.
* Quidditch.
* Caffeine withdrawals.
* Science fiction films.
* Hangovers.
* Feeling lost.
* Goats.
* His grandma, sometimes. She can be pretty scary when she’s mad.
* Vampires. They’re freaky.
* Rejection.
* Crime novels.
* Small children. He doesn’t know how to deal with them.
* Going into churches. They creep him out a little.
* The idea of being old.
* Herbology.
* Cornwall. That holiday sucked.
* Losing bets.
* Upsetting his family or friends, although it happens frequently.
Quirks and Habits:
*Bites his nails.
*Complains when he’s bored.
*Has to resist the urge to punch something when irritable.
*Runs a hand through his hair when nervous.
*Talks to himself when alone.
*Always eats his vegetables first.
Mirror of Erised:
*To have a nice, large family.
*To stop his sleeptalking.
*To make a name for himself.
*To become head of the Memory Modification department.
In Depth Personality:
James is pretty quick to jump to conclusions and to do almost anything. Impulsive might be a nicer way of putting it, but the word describes so much more than his tendency to just jump into things head first without thinking about it. The fact of the matter is, the boy has no tact. Much like so many members of his family before him, the concept of things having a time and a place are somewhat alien to him, and as such he often offends people [usually by accident]. If he thinks of something that needs to be said, he'll say it regardless of his current audience, which has led to some embarrassing situations for himself and others by this point. He’s also insanely honest, only telling a lie when he needs to get either himself or someone else out of a life threatening situation, and then only if necessary [like if he’s caught by the teachers when in the middle of cheating on his exams. Yeah, then he’d lie like a bugger]. He isn’t adverse to cheating or underhanded tactics, even if they make him feel a little guilty. But hey, he wants to beat his rivals and he’ll do whatever he has to, so long as it’s not really bad. He’d never spike someone’s drink or try to hurt them [unless he’s in a fight], because that’s just so morally wrong that he can’t even comprehend it.
Arrogant might be a slightly harsh description of James, but he certainly tends to come across as such to other people. He sometimes seems to think he’s better than other people, but no more so than your average teenage boy. To be honest, though, the arrogance is more a defence than any actual belief that he’s the bee’s knees. Deep down he’s quite compassionate and cares deeply about people and the world around him, but he can find it difficult to express such thoughts – he’s never been good at expressing his emotions - and can come off as slightly egotistical, arsey and even antagonistic at times. He just likes to let himself think he’s pretty clever at times and doesn’t really mean any harm by it.
Flirtatious is probably an understatement for James – his outlook on romance, sex and pretty much anything to do with either is very widely open and he holds nothing back when around... well, pretty much anyone. Even when in a relationship, he can't help himself and he will flirt, but he doesn't mean anything by it – he just doesn't see the problem in celebrating the body. He’s a little bit more wary with flirting with guys and usually restrains himself until he’s drunk, because he isn’t sure how his family would react to it. If the answer is badly, he can blame the alcohol. It’s a cowardly tactic, but no one ever said he was brave when it came to his family’s wrath. They mean too much to him. Flirting is also a bit of a defence for James – when he has a large problem to face, he'll make a comment on how good looking a person is, distract them and himself while he looks for the solution. It's probably not an entirely healthy way to start a relationship, but this tactic of distraction has ended up with James in more than a few strange beds in the last two years. At the end of the day, though, he might flirt with someone, but when he's in a relationship, he won't actually sleep with anyone else. For some people, that’s enough to be considered cheating, but for James it’s just the norm. He might leave them for someone else, but he won't play them for a fool. That's just too disrespectful, even for him. This loyalty expands into his general lifestyle too – he treasures his friends and family, only wanting them to be happy, and he sticks to his morals. His morals just happen to be a teeny tiny bit skewed.
James loves to have fun and he's a typical boy in the sense that if it's big and possibly destructive, then he wants one. Cars, weapons, the secrets in the depths of the Ministry... He can't really help himself and he knows how much it can wind up other people. The simple fact is that, despite the show he may put on, he's a big kid at heart and you either have to take him as he is, or tell him to bugger off. He might punch you for the latter, but he would leave too. He just likes to enjoy himself and, frankly, who doesn't? People with whom he has a problem should also be warned – he finds it fun to wind them up. He’s had many years to develop his skills in irritation with his siblings and cousins, and any of them could probably vouch for what a prat James can be.
To say James is short tempered is a bit of an understatement; he has a quick and fiery temper that burns long. It doesn’t take much to set him off – a slight to his family, generally provoking him – and he’ll be ready to have a scrap. James can also be a sarcastic little bugger when he wants to be, but this comes out most frequently when angry. Possibly the worst thing about his temper is that he takes it out on absolutely everyone, related to the incident or not. Scathing comments and being shunned are everyday parts of being friends with James, but he does manage to rein it in and unleash it on his target after a while. Just give him time to cool down. Make it a long time, though. James is also a very physical person, although rarely in a positive emotional way. He isn't afraid of a fight and indeed often starts them, and makes rude gestures at his enemies; heck, he even waves his hands around rather violently when talking. He also likes sports and to just generally move around, never sitting still for more than a few minutes at a time. The only time he doesn’t seem physical is emotionally, unless he’s with his family. Then he’s all hugs and pats, punches and tickling. He just doesn’t like being vulnerable and he feels that the emotions that come with such physical contact will make him vulnerable. How can he expect to get anywhere if he lets everyone and their monkey in? James is also very prone to jealousy, especially towards anyone generally considered nicer than him – he wishes sometimes that he was more like them, but he’s just not very good at it. He had a go, back in his fourth year. Everyone thought he was sick for a month and he ended up getting so frustrated with himself that just gave up in the middle of a Charms lesson, walked out and decided that he was never going to try that again. He doesn’t have it in himself to be quiet and thoughtful.
James can be a lot more responsible than anyone gives him credit for, but he doesn't like being the responsible one. He’ll never try to start anything that will get other people involved and he looks out for his family and friends to the best of his ability. Half the brawls he’s ever been in have been to defend the honour of someone he knows, although to be fair the other half were just because he was angry and wanted to fight, which kind of outweighs the nobility of the former. Yet he hates the idea of actually being told "look, here, this is yours to protect". Somehow, that weight and knowledge that it's expected utterly terrifies him. He isn’t good at giving orders and he’s never going to be a leader, but he might learn how to express himself without everyone thinking he’s a big joke. Eventually. He enjoys a laugh but he isn’t the type to actually pull many pranks – he leaves that to his cousins. He does take the blame sometimes, though, mostly because he isn’t a grass and no one really believes him when he says it wasn’t him. Oh well, it’s only detention, right?
James is a hard-headed idiot at times, and when he gets an idea into his head, it can be pretty damn tough to get back out. He is both stubborn and determined, always wanting to see his plans through to the end – a noble thing to desire, but it can wind up being more dangerous than not, and with his reputation for leaping without looking, that happens more often than anyone would like. He trusts his gut instincts, having learned over the years that they truly are a good and reliable source of information, and it takes a lot to sway him from his position on most matters, although not impossible with the right kind of persuasion. He's even worse if he thinks that it's going to protect people – at that point, it's not really worth talking to him about it; you should just go and make sure he has the tools he needs for his idiotic scheme. Never dare him, because he'll do it, just to prove he's brave [or stupid] enough. In short, James is a little complicated. He'd do anything for the people he loved, even die for them, although many people seem to think he's a bit self-absorbed at times. He can be a bit of an arse and his temper is legendary. Most of his detentions have been for meaningless fights, and he’s had plenty of detentions. He's not afraid of many things [except goats and heights – he’s terrified of them] and is willing to try anything once, which has admittedly gotten him into trouble many times. His loyalties may change at times, but at the end of the day, if he thinks a cause is worth fighting for, then he will with all his heart. He doesn't often show this in day to day life, but it's one of his few redeeming qualities.
[/ul][/size] [/font] behind the mask [/font]
Experience: No idea anymore.
Time Zone: GEE TO THE EM TO THE... TEA.
How Did You Find Us?: I’m your stalker. FOR... SIRIUS. *is shot*
Play By: Kristopher Turner. FTW.
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James had long since figured that the safest place to practise anything was outside, because people had more room to get away from it. Back in his first year, he’d enjoyed trying out all the new spells he’d learnt in the Gryffindor common room and had accidentally left his mark on the sofa like so many before him. By the time people were threatening to kick him out of the tower, he’d relocated to the library and annoyed the strict, dusty old librarian in there. He’d never liked her much anyway. His second year choice of practise spot hadn’t been all that successful either – hiding behind Greenhouse Five had introduced him to a world of horror he hadn’t been ready for at the time, and he’d never been able to get the image of two professors kissing out of his mind. He’d been scarred for life that day and had run away at the first possible notice. He’d been okay for his third, fourth and fifth years – he’d begun finding passages in and out of the castle and simply relocated there if he needed to practise something potentially dangerous (and with James, well, it was probably dangerous anyway), until he’d made part of a wall collapse whilst practising the Summoning charm. Trying to call forth a brick in the middle of a stone passage hadn’t been his smartest move to date.
Which led him to his current spot - a slowly crumbling stone bench hidden in the corner of the courtyard. He’d collapsed there after legging it out of the kitchens, the rapid chattering of angry house elves cursing the eldest Potter child still audible in that general vicinity. It wasn’t like the bench wasn’t used – it had been well worn by the backsides and bags of many a generation of student, the evidence visible in its run down state – but he’d never really paid much attention to the courtyard before. More often than not, if he wanted to spend time outside, he’d go further afield; the lawns or possibly even the Lake, if he was that bored of grass and daisies. But here he had a ready made table in the form of the seat, perfect for writing essays on; a place to leave his things, a reasonably comfortable seat and, best of all, it was decently sheltered, as long as the wind wasn’t coming from the east. It was reasonably quiet there too, not his favourite status but probably a good thing, given he was usually trying to study whenever he went there. Yes, even James decided to study now and then. He had exams to pass too, after all.
And this was the reason the brunette was sat in the courtyard, legs up on the bench and back leaning against a stone arm rest, lower lip caught firmly in the grasp of his teeth as he concentrated. His feet were stretched out across the bench, or as far as he could – he was slightly taller than the two-seater bench was long and his feet were actually resting on the opposite arm rest. He’d dropped his bag by the side of the bench when he sat down and hadn’t yet noticed that some sneaky blighter had snatched it whilst he was busy. He’d be infuriated when he figured it out, less because they’d stolen it and more because it meant the git had figured out this damn spell. Wand in hand, James flicked his gaze back down to the notes nestled in his lap and then back up to his feet. His dark eyes narrowed a little in frustration. This really shouldn’t be so bloody difficult, he thought to himself as he glanced at his notes again, trying to figure out what was going wrong.
Disillusionment charms were on the agenda in class, but James was having a little difficulty in managing to get the hang of it. Thus far, he’d somehow managed to figure out how to cast the spell well over a small area, but it left everything else visible. That area was currently his left foot and his right ankle, making him look like he’d been dismembered by a psychotic wood chopper. He didn’t mind this so much – it was progress on his efforts in class, at least, when he couldn’t even make a paperclip completely vanish – but now he couldn’t quite get himself to reappear. It could be funny to walk around and see if anyone freaked out at the sight, but he didn’t really feel like embarrassing himself right then. Doubtless someone would provoke him, and he already had detention lined up for the next three evenings. It was really a rather good thing he wasn’t in any clubs or on any teams.
He attempted to cast the reversal spell once more but frowned as it did nothing more than make his toes tingle slightly. “Bollocks,” he muttered to himself, leaning forward and poking his foot to make sure it was still there. It definitely was. “What am I doing wrong?”
Which led him to his current spot - a slowly crumbling stone bench hidden in the corner of the courtyard. He’d collapsed there after legging it out of the kitchens, the rapid chattering of angry house elves cursing the eldest Potter child still audible in that general vicinity. It wasn’t like the bench wasn’t used – it had been well worn by the backsides and bags of many a generation of student, the evidence visible in its run down state – but he’d never really paid much attention to the courtyard before. More often than not, if he wanted to spend time outside, he’d go further afield; the lawns or possibly even the Lake, if he was that bored of grass and daisies. But here he had a ready made table in the form of the seat, perfect for writing essays on; a place to leave his things, a reasonably comfortable seat and, best of all, it was decently sheltered, as long as the wind wasn’t coming from the east. It was reasonably quiet there too, not his favourite status but probably a good thing, given he was usually trying to study whenever he went there. Yes, even James decided to study now and then. He had exams to pass too, after all.
And this was the reason the brunette was sat in the courtyard, legs up on the bench and back leaning against a stone arm rest, lower lip caught firmly in the grasp of his teeth as he concentrated. His feet were stretched out across the bench, or as far as he could – he was slightly taller than the two-seater bench was long and his feet were actually resting on the opposite arm rest. He’d dropped his bag by the side of the bench when he sat down and hadn’t yet noticed that some sneaky blighter had snatched it whilst he was busy. He’d be infuriated when he figured it out, less because they’d stolen it and more because it meant the git had figured out this damn spell. Wand in hand, James flicked his gaze back down to the notes nestled in his lap and then back up to his feet. His dark eyes narrowed a little in frustration. This really shouldn’t be so bloody difficult, he thought to himself as he glanced at his notes again, trying to figure out what was going wrong.
Disillusionment charms were on the agenda in class, but James was having a little difficulty in managing to get the hang of it. Thus far, he’d somehow managed to figure out how to cast the spell well over a small area, but it left everything else visible. That area was currently his left foot and his right ankle, making him look like he’d been dismembered by a psychotic wood chopper. He didn’t mind this so much – it was progress on his efforts in class, at least, when he couldn’t even make a paperclip completely vanish – but now he couldn’t quite get himself to reappear. It could be funny to walk around and see if anyone freaked out at the sight, but he didn’t really feel like embarrassing himself right then. Doubtless someone would provoke him, and he already had detention lined up for the next three evenings. It was really a rather good thing he wasn’t in any clubs or on any teams.
He attempted to cast the reversal spell once more but frowned as it did nothing more than make his toes tingle slightly. “Bollocks,” he muttered to himself, leaning forward and poking his foot to make sure it was still there. It definitely was. “What am I doing wrong?”
