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OOC: No one asked me to do this, but I just couldn’t resist. My writing is nothing like Finn’s but I still wanted to post this because she played with my emotions with that drabble and I’m here to wreck her canon. So, yeah, here it is. My version of How It Should Have Ended aka fuck your canon, finn.

The news came to him like an expected tragedy. He remembers a book someone once recommended to him, “Chronicle of a Death Foretold” and, while he never actually read it, he can’t help but think it’s fitting for his current situation. One night, not so long ago, his father had told him what it had felt, walking towards his own death. The fear but also the strange peacefulness. That’s nothing like what he is feeling now. Right now, it’s like he is an open wound, raw, vulnerable and ready for someone to pour salt on it. He should have been ready for this; after all, he has known for months– no, years, ever since they were in Hogwarts.

His siblings have left him alone. It was hard to convince them to do so, but he couldn’t bear their pitying gazes. They mean well and he loves them, but they remind him why he’s here instead of there. Why Eden is about to say yes to an unhappy life he has never wanted. He doesn’t fit alongside Eden Rosier. He has always felt nothing but pride in regards of his heritage and family, but now he can’t help but wonder how things would have turn out if he had been born to someone else. Someone of the Pureblood Elite, in a world where old prejudices about same sex relationships didn’t exist.

Ever since he was a small child, listening to his grandparents’ love story, he had wanted to meet the one. To fall madly in love with someone and have them love him in return. He wanted something full with fervor, public and over-the-top shows of affection, endless smiles, his parents’ blessing and cuddling in front of the fireplace. A wedding in white, full of dancing, with both of their families present and photos he’d show his future children. Now he only wants Eden.

He doesn’t feel like flying or doing anything at all. Violet left not long ago, hurt by James’ scathing words ( he hadn’t meant any of them ). He is alone and that’s how he likes it. The flat seems lackluster and gray, the silent is loud in his ears. There’s a door to a room he can’t bear to even look at ( they used to call it a guest room, ha, that’s funny ), he can’t even lay on his own bed as it reminds him of too many things he’d much rather not face.  

The telling sound of an incoming floo call would usually have him running to answer it, but he doesn’t seem to have the energy at the moment. Is there a point in talking to people? It’s probably Lily trying to bully him into getting up or Albus attempting to comfort him in his stilted yet adorable way. But he can’t meet their eyes now. The ringing is insistent and, finally, it annoys him enough to walk towards it.

When he answers it, he doesn’t believe what he’s seeing. It can’t possibly be Eden, could it? Not Eden who is supposed to be marrying a pretty pureblood bride. There is a buzzing in his ears and he is not sure what is said but his heart is pumping wildly and the world around him has color once again. The only thing he knows is that he is immediately apparating away from his home, forgetting the fact that he is not wearing shoes and that he has an unflattering patch of stubble covering his jaw.

They meet in a flurry of uncoordinated limbs and knocking teeth. Life stops looking so bleak, but rather exciting and daunting once again. It’s as if he is able to breathe after being underwater for way too long. Their kiss isn’t perfect, and James finally realizes that it doesn’t have to be. It’s him and Eden, Eden and him, and somehow that is enough ( it has always been enough ).

They start talking in hushed voices, planning a trip and he wonders whether he’s dreaming or in the middle of a grief-driven hallucination. As Eden offers a small, unsure smile James determines that he doesn’t fucking care if this isn’t real. It’s enough, that’s what it is. The other man mentions Croatia and he blinks bemusedly but smiles and nods. And says yesyesyes to everything Eden proposes. He’s not letting him go, he decides. His family will understand, he knows they will. If they don’t, it pains him to discover that the thought doesn’t stop him from grabbing Eden’s hand and leaving everything behind.

That’s how he ends up with his head leaning on Eden’s shoulder, with bitten lips and a content smile on his face. But Eden’s face is full to the brim with concern and there’s a frown marring his not quite pretty but still somehow alluring features. “Are you okay?” James asks instead of Do you regret it. He can’t face the answer to that question, he’d rather continue with this lie a bit more.  A little bit more would be enough.

“I am. I will be. I’m just glad I was brave enough to do this.” He can breathe once again, tension leaving his shoulders. “So am I.” I’m glad I was brave enough to say yes. James smiles and smiles and smiles because he is awful with words and can’t think of another way to express the all consuming happiness that is currently wrapped around his heart. The scenery in front of them is beautiful but not anywhere as breathtaking or captivating as this brave brave brave man at his side.

( When he wakes up the following morning, Eden is at his side. During the night, they have changed positions and James’ arms are wrapped possessively around the other; as if scared that the other would go back to his wedding the second he let go. The sun filters as the curtains fail to cover the large window completely. It feels like a movie, and Eden looks unreal. He can hardly believe it and he pinches the skin of his arm to make sure it’s not a dream. Everything stays how it is and James sighs in relief before burrowing his head in the crook of Eden’s neck. This wakes the other man up and his sleepy eyes are too pretty for him not to softly kiss their lids. There are consequences to face, he knows, but Eden feels perfect lying beside him. The consequences can all wait. He tightens his arms around the other when he hums disgruntledly at the sun hitting his face. “Let’s have breakfast, I’m starving,” James whispers, a smile already curving his cracked lips. Eden only hums once again in acquiescent before stretching on the bed like a lazy cat. )

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[for eden] 💖, 💕, ❌

💖 for a headcanon about James’ relationship with Eden.

James is not good with words; that’s a known fact. Even if he desperately wanted to, there’s no way he could accurately describe his relationship with Eden. Or the feelings he keeps hidden inside. The sensations and emotions the darker-haired boy man provokes in him are always intense and tend to leave him feeling breathless. The same effect Eden often has on him (and other people in general). James, as an implicit rule, tries not to think about the other people in his friend’s life. The feelings they provoke are always bitter and tend to leave him feeling the need to punch someone. Maybe Eden, maybe himself, maybe that girl he saw Eden sneaking out with. James is inexperienced, but eager. Boy, is he eager. But he’s also scared and unsure. He used to think he was fearless, that that’s what made him a true Gryffindor; but the thought of Eden hating him has him dreaming of it at night and promptly waking with a pained gasp, eyes trying to catch his friend’s sleeping form in the dark to make sure it was indeed a nightmare.

Then, maybe the best way to describe James’ feeling is this phrase: If Eden is not in the happy ending he’s always desired, then James doesn’t want it.

💕 for James’ first impression of Eden.

“What a dick.” James was probably not impressed with Eden’s sour attitude after their sorting. To him, being a Gryffindor was and still is something to be endlessly proud of. The fact that the other boy seemed so angry at the new colors on his robe only pissed him off. Wearing red and gold was a privilege after all. Eden’s sharp words did nothing to improve his opinion. Needless to say, as the years went by, his feelings changed drastically.

❌ for something James will never tell Eden.

James will probably never tell Eden that he stole a pair of socks from him. To be fair, he was running late to McGonagall’s class and he had already received two warnings. There simply was no time to search inside his trunk for socks; it was usually so messy and disorganized that it took almost ten minutes every time he tried to find something. However, there was a pair of black socks innocently lying on his friend’s bed. Without hesitation, he put them on and promptly run out of the room (completely forgetting about his shoes). For some reason, James has never returned them to Eden and the other is apparently none the wiser. As this happened years ago, he is too embarrassed to confess. (He can always tell what pair is Eden’s, even if most of his socks are also black.)

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[for max] 💕, 💭

💕 for James’ first impression of Max. 

“Cute.” Cue explosion sounds as James isunable to function when faced with Max’s levels of adorableness. The nextthought is probably along the lines of “must protect”.

💭 for a thought James has had about Max.

James is not usually one to thinkpessimistically. Sure, the world may not be perfect. People may be cruel. But,hey, at least we are alive and have the chance to do something about it. However,sometimes when Max excitedly tries to show him ways to endear himself todifferent creatures, the thought of the Hufflupuff being too kind for thisworld will appear. The urge to protect him from the evils he seemingly hasnever met is strong and overwhelming. Max is the embodiment of pure, of kindness, of tomorrow will bekinder. The only way the Gryffindor has to express these thoughts is to hugthe other boy fiercely, often interrupting him mid-sentence.

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[for albus] 💬, 💭

💬 for a random thing James has said to Albus.  

“Do you think they don’t teach children maths in the Wizarding Community in order to keep a firm hold on population? Since they don’t know what inflation is and stuff like that?” 

💭 for a thought James has had about Albus.

James is constantly blown away by Albus’ intellect. Logically, he knows his younger brother is smart. Everyone knows that; their parents couldn’t be more proud. James couldn’t be more proud. But sometimes Al will thoughtlessly make a really insightful comment that leaves his mind reeling. His younger brother is the one James goes to with doubts (which maybe should embarrass him. but not really?? because al is smart and knows stuff. that’s just a fact of life. not being as smart as albus doesn’t mean you’re dumb. that’s something he has realized over the years).

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💖 / 💭 / ❌

💖 for a headcanon about James’ relationship with Violet. in which i realize i don’t know how to write headcanons  

James was raised by a strong-willed mother,so it was no surprise that when he met Violet, instead of feeling intimidatedby her passionate nature, he felt right at home. That’s what Violet feels like.Like home, like pillow forts and muffled giggles. Like his mother’s lullabies,and scraped knees and their parents chastising words. She’s a piece of hischildhood, his adolescence and of his future adulthood. He’s sure that a lifewithout Violet Longbottom would be a life half-lived. The mere thought of it isterrifying.

💭 for a thought James has had about Violet.

James is not the type to think about stuffin clear sentences. Usually his mind is a jumbled mess of sensations andimages. So there’s really no way to put this perfectly in words, but he hasthought that Violet is the embodiment of strength. Maybe not in a physical ormagical way. He admires her determination and passionate attitude. She’s hiscaptain, but he would follow her even if she wasn’t. Her restlessness and hardwork make her a sort of incredible figure in his mind at times. But then shemakes a stupid joke and said image falls down like dominoes. He still loves herthough; lame jokes or not.

 ❌ for something James will never tell Violet.

James is completely honest with Violet. Idon’t think he’s physically able to hide something from her. The closest thingto a lie he has ever gotten are his feelings for Eden. But, to be fair, hedoesn’t actually realize why his heart pounds like crazy whenever he’s around thedark-haired boy. Once he finds out, he will promptly freak out and ask forViolet’s help. I bet it’ll be hilarious.

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for @elijahselwyn as well !!

Relationship Headcanons

Send 💖 + a name/URL for a headcanon about my muse’s relationship with them Send 💕 + a name/URL for my muse’s first impression of them Send  💬 + a name/URL for a random thing my muse has said to them Send 💭 + a name/URL for a thought my muse has had about them Send ❌ + a name/URL for something my muse will never tell them

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James wriggled in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. Once again, it was futile. No matter how many different poses he put his body in, there seem to be no way he’d be comfortable in the pouffe. With a scoff, he hunched his back and glared at the other Gryffindor students who were currently using the sofas. The one in the right corner, the nearest to the fire was James’ seat. Didn’t everyone know that by now? He had to stop himself from stomping over there and snapping at an innocent second year. It wasn’t the kid’s fault that he was in a particularly foul mood.

Someone reasonable, in touch with his feelings and reality as a whole, would realize it was no one’s fault but their own. However, the young Gryffindor had never been called reasonable. So, of course, the blame was on the defective (even though it was brand new) broom, the malfunctioning bludger, but especially on the fifth year Beater who James was itching to kick out of the team. However, Violet refused to listen to him (“it was an honest mistake, james, you’ll be okay in no time. don’t be so dramatic”). It felt an awful lot like betrayal.

His head snapped up as he heard Eden’s voice. He’d be lying if he said his mood hadn’t just brightened up considerably at the other’s simple greeting. James smiled widely, as he always did in his presence. The mention of his friend’s last night escapades made his grin fade slightly, but it stubbornly stayed on his face. Wordlessly, he lifted his right arm. His arm, surrounded by a stark-white cast. “Pomfrey is forcing me to wear this. Apparently, I’ve been pushing myself too hard or something.” He said in distaste. 

“She could have mended my bones in less than a minute, ya’ know? But nooo, she had to use muggle medicine to punish me or something.  I should take it easy or something. Such bullshit.” There was a frown marring his face now, the smile had disappeared. Not even the sight of the other Gryffindor seemed to be enough to cheer him up (which was rather rare). “I ought to go kick that Beater’s ass. They’re not a fucking rookie; they have no excuses for fuck’s sake.” He practically spitted out.

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Life should be organised, neat like a wardrobe. Everything in its place, used when and how he saw fit, discarded when it couldn’t do him any good. Eden liked to separate his weeks into slots, paying courtesy visits to the people he knew would matter in the long run and popping up by the side of those he genuinely cared for. He didn’t plan who he was going to meet when, as even he couldn’t predict what mood he’d be in by his next free period. Instead he reserved chunks of his post-classes time for tasks or events, and picked from his always long, never boring to-do list.

Tonight was James’ turn: something the Rosier heir had been waiting for, but if he listened to himself he’d see James much too often, and he knew how that would end: much like a cigarette, if he got used to a certain amount of Potter within a given time frame, he’d be left wanting more. Keeping their friendship a dirty little secret was as exciting as it was a burden, but tonight he found it fun.

“Hi Jimmy, how’s my best guy doing tonight?” he asked cheerfully, nearly skipping towards where his friend was lounging on a comfortable-looking, oversized pouffe. “What did you do yesterday? I couldn’t find you when I came back.” Came back from where? Why, a broom closet or other he had found empty, but had quickly filled with good company. This too had its own time slot in Eden’s agenda. “Care to fill me in?”

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eden rosier & james sirius potter.

❝ I wish my heart was as cold as the morning dew

But it's as warm as saxophones 

And honey in the sun for you ��

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violetslongbottom:

Violet noticed James’ frown (it was hard not to. It looked like someone kicked a puppy) and she would’ve asked him about it but a lot of things held her back. Firstly, she wanted this time to be upbeat. It seemed that wherever she turned it was doom and gloom and all the blonde wanted to do was ignore it. She also knew that if something was bothering James, he’d let her know when he was ready. There was no point prodding him. When he started talking about McGonagall however, she got it. Sure, Violet never understood the weird relationship he and McGonagall had (or the one James thought they had). All Vi saw was a teacher who wanted her student to do the best he could. Perhaps a little sterner than the boy would like but you could see it in Minnie’s eyes that she cared. The blonde couldn’t exactly preach that though. Especially not with her track record of disliking teachers. All she could do was nod and try to help her best friend see the positive.

“Well you’re here now and this is a McGonagall free zone, I promise.” she said in earnest, holding out her pinky finger. “But if you want my opinion? Tell her that. Tell her you’re not your Dad or your Grandfather and that you’re trying your best. Maybe she’ll cut you some slack.” She shrugged, not sure what else she could offer. “Plus, you only have to suffer through this year and then you’re done. You won’t have to worry about her again.”

Violet swung her legs around so that they were resting in James’ lap as she sat up a little straighter. “If it makes you feel any better, I could tell you about the lowlights in my week.”

“Oh, captain my captain. Your advice is heard and appreciated.” He dramatically replied as he leaned his head against the wall and closes his eyes. Violet’s words were most probably the smartest thing to do; but James’ pride stopped him from revealing his feelings. Somehow, admitting that McGonagall’s attitude bothered him (to anyone who wasn’t Violet) felt like losing. He would bear these last months and never see her again; that sounded like a good plan to him.

He was woken from his reverie when his friend’s legs were placed upon his. Playfully, he rolled his eyes. “Do I look like a couch? Do I have a banner on my forehead that says put your filthy feet on me? Why does everyone think they can just rest their bodies on mine?” He faked a scoff. Then, at Violet’s comment, he frowned. “Did something happen? What happened?” 

The break out had everyone’s nerves on edge; James’ weren’t an exception. Even the smallest of problems now made the oldest Potter wary and nervous. The thought of one of his most precious friends being in danger trouble unsettled him to the core. At the same time, he felt guilty for not being aware of what was going on in Violet’s life. Usually they knew everything about each other; basically joined at the hip. However, these last weeks had been tough on the Gryffindor. He barely even knew what was going on in his life.

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scorhmal:

The best part of rounds, in one prefect’s opinion, was checking the kitchens. Though there were usually students there, they nicked off easily with a questioning stare. The elves were the real reason he even checked. They reminded him of his own favorite elf, Dandy, and they tended to dote on him quite a bit. He didn’t care much for sweets or chocolate but they had begun to pick up on that and it was nice to see a steaming mug of coffee waiting for him when he entered. He could swear there was a hint of cinnamon in it, though he never did express his taste for it. The house elves must have spoken to Dandy somehow.

Just as he had sat down and taken his first sip, and Morgana they managed to make it perfect every time, Scorpius heard the slow drawl of another student. Well, he hoped it was a student. It wouldn’t be good for a professor to catch him lounging on his rounds. The voice was familiar enough but he couldn’t seem to place it. Did they say Uncle George? Scorpius stood up, coffee still firmly clutched in his hand, and walked through the kitchens in search of the mystery voice. 

He didn’t spend nearly as much time in the kitchens while at home. Even here it was once a week for half an hour or so but it still amazed him how much space was in what should be a rather tiny room. Apparently enough room to hide a tipsy James Potter. Getting over his shock by taking a small sip of his coffee also gave Scorpius a moment to decide how to answer. A part of him wanted to reprimand Jamie for getting drunk in the kitchens, how careless. Maybe doing that would give Alby a little laugh. “I think getting sloshed in the kitchens may be a new low for you so yes? You are an idiot, Jamie.”

“Scorpius!” James whined as the child that he was. He pouted; the expression was rather unflattering as the stubble on his chin prevented him from looking endearing (as Scorpius would have looked like if he had been the one to pout). The young wizard huffed, letting his forehead hit the table. The sound startled a few house elves, who started to watch the oldest Potter sibling warily.

“Don’t be mean; I’ll tell on you.” He mumbled, lazily staring at the other boy. “Albus won’t like it if you’re mean to me, you know that.” His younger brother’s protective streak wasn’t something many knew about; as a matter of fact, James had only found out about it only a few years ago, but it was one of the most amusing and adorable traits the youngest Potter brother possessed. Albus’ loyalty to him never failed to make him feel warm and fuzzy. “It’s good to see you, Scorps.” His mind felt a little bit clearer now. “We don’t talk anymore, do we? We should talk. Let’s talk.”

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paigelenncx:

paige gave james a little chuckle and threw back the drink, cringing at the aftertaste and the stinging in her throat. she flared her nostrils and shook her head. “if i were in gryffindor i’d be disowned, james. besides, i like having a winning quidditch team.” she joked, not really caring but knowing it would get a reaction from james. she walked around the counter to take a seat next to her friend, not really taking anything he was saying seriously–although it was nice to be called pretty when she was wearing her pajamas. she started to pour herself another drink. “what’s got you down here with a bottle tonight?” she asked.

“Never mind, then. You are evil.” James sneered at her Quidditch comment. How dare she? The words stung, especially since Gryffindor had only won the Cup once since he had entered the school. It was a heavy blow to his pride; the young wizard was determined to win it this year. His focus was completely on Quidditch; fuck N.E.W.T’s (don’t let his mother hear that). He shook his head before he started spouting insults to her; Paige was decent for a snake, she didn’t deserve that.

Her question made him frown as he remembered Eden’s smile directed to another, his bright eyes and his wandering hands. With a scoff, he drank some more Firewhiskey, trying to get rid of the knot in his throat. It didn’t work. “No particular reason,” he lied. “Stress, ya know?” He motioned vaguely, averting his eyes. “How ‘bout ya, Paige? Didn’t take you for a Firewhiskey kinda girl; maybe Elf Wine or something like that. Ya know, fancy or whatever.”

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maxwerrw:

Some clichés existed because they were true. Maybe people exaggerated sometimes, but all stereotypes had roots in an indisputable veracity. One of those Maxwell lived by was that Hufflepuffs spent most of their free time walking to and from the kitchens, arms loaded with baked goods. Could he help it he was a growing boy who needed sustenance at all hours of the day? And night. Not that he would ever break curfew, let alone wander the corridors of the castle by his lonesome, at night, especially when Death Eaters were on the lose. No, Maxwell Ahn was smart: he dropped by the kitchens right after dinner, or as soon as he could afterwards, while the leftover desserts were still warm and waiting for an open mouth to terminate them.

The house elves were often alone in there, although visits from students (and probably staff, although Max was still to find proof of that) weren’t rare. The presence of another wasn’t what surprised him: the state they were in, as well as who it was, did that job.

Jumping up slightly at the loud noise, Maxwell scrunched up his nose, unsure what to do. Well, not really; he could easily answer James’ question – “of course not! Why would you believe such a thing?” – but he had not idea whether to stay where he was or approach the older wizard. Eventually he settled for the latter. “I mean it, you know. You’re far from an idiot. Although, maybe drinking in the kitchens is not exactly the wisest thing to do.” Saying this, the Hufflepuff looked around, frowning at any house elf who caught his eye. How could they let a student grab a bottle of alcohol and have at it unsupervised? Seeing the state James was in, the small creatures weren’t very interested in stopping him. “Why did you come here, James?”

“Max! Maxie! The max-iest of Hufflepuffs, therefore my favorite one.” He slurred, eyes crinkling happily at the other boy’s appearance. His words made him pout; of course it wasn’t wise, James wasn’t a Ravenclaw after all, was he? Thankfully not, he looked horrid in blue. Or that’s what Scorpius had said once. Had it been Scorpius? It must have been; he was the only one who cared about fashion out of all of his friends.

“I came here because I’m lonely. Eden is with what’s-her-face, and left me all on my own. Fucker. But now you’re here! You’re much better than Eddie, anyways, aren’t cha, Max? You won’t be embarrassed of being seen with me, will you? Let’s be best friends!” He stretched out his arm as if to offer his hand for Max to shake, but in his drunken clumsiness, he knocked the bottle and the alcohol started pouring out of it. James made a desperate noise as he grabbed said bottle and stared at the wasted Firewhiskey on the table with tears in his eyes. “I am an idiot after all,” he mumbled, the previous mirth vanishing immediately.

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“That’s right! You’re right, Iris! You’re always right. Being amazing at Quidditch requires brains and I’m an awesome Quidditch player! The bestest.” His grin was goofy as he declared this, wrapping an arm around Iris. Then, he frowned confused and asked “Wait, aren’t we in the common room already?” He blinked bemused and then let out a gasp, as if surprised that he was in the kitchen. “What are you doing in the kitchen, ‘ris? I don’t think students are allowed here.” James scolded, mimicking his father’s stern tone of voice.

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“Paige!” James loudly exclaimed, elated to see her for some reason. “Sneaky snaky Paige! You’re too nice to be a snake. Too pretty as well! Don’t you want to be a Gryffindor? Being a Gryffindor is the best.” His smile and his words were completely shameless. While it was mostly due to the alcohol flowing through his veins, when sober James was also capable of saying things like that. He nodded at her request, pouring her some Firewhiskey in his glass and handing it to her.

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dominiqueisms:

     “well, jim-jam,” dominique patted her cousin’s shoulder, making her voice sound as sympathetic as possible. “hate to break your aching heart, but you’re the BIGGEST dolt around—” she was kidding, naturally, and the poorly suppressed laughter proved the point. while james wasn’t incredibly academically oriented, he wasn’t the dumbest she’s seen or known. and maybe it was because they were cousins she thought highly of him, even when he insisted on calling her ‘nicky’, there was only one james sirius potter and she wouldn’t trade him ( not even for all the cats in the world ). however seeing james in a drunken state of moping, the redhead sighed. “brooding doesn’t suit you, jimbo, so how about you tell me where you got the alcohol and we can swap woes. i promise you that you aren’t actually an idiot. girl scouts honor.”

James wrinkled his nose at the familiar nickname; and then scowled at the badly suppressed laughter. “You were never a girl scout, you liar.” He slurred as he raised his left hand which held a half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey. “I won’t tell you where I got it because you’d steal it and share it with your slimy friends. This is a Gryffindor-only type of alcohol, so you can’t drink it.”  He declared with a firm nod. Then, he smiled conspiratorially and whispered: “But I’ll give you some because you’re family.” With another nod, he asked one of the House Elves for another glass and they eagerly provided it. He messily poured the liquid, most of it splattering over the wood table. “Thereeee you go, Nickykins.”

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“Contraceptive potions don’t guarantee safe sex anymore, ya know? My uncle George told me that one of his friend’s cousins had drunk one but he was stabbed by the woman’s husband anyway.” James was passionately telling one of the house elves working in the kitchen. He had had one too many glasses of firewhiskey and his eyelids were struggling to stay open. Feeling thirsty, he downed another one and cursed loudly when he felt the familiar burn in his throat.

Suddenly bored with the conversation he was having, he turned his head to lazily scan the rest of the kitchens. There were various house elves cleaning the dishes which had been used during dinner and chatting amiably. None of them was paying him much attention, already used to the Seventh Year weekly visits. He heavily sighed, struck by the feeling that even surrounded he felt alone. Carelessly, he let his head drop on top of the table with a loud thump. Why was he still single when most of his friends had already had several relationships? He was handsome, an amazing Quidditch player and Harry Potter’s son. Was something wrong with him? He knew he wasn’t the brightest, but he wasn’t dumb. Was he? Merlin, was he dumb? Was his lack of intelligence the reason no one would date him?

James snapped his head up, feeling like he had just reached an epiphany. Once he did, he realized there was another student in the kitchens and he slammed his hand on table, trying to catch their attention. “Tell me the truth; am I an idiot?” His words were slurred, but clear enough for the other person to understand.