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lily· !

 ❝ i was putting in overtime at the library but don’t worry honey, i’m home for good this time.     ❞  lily evans quipped lightly as she shut the door behind her, balancing a tower of books just poorly enough to make it to their lounging area where james potter awaited, friendly smile in tow. though many would taunt, his presence had become something she’d look forward to, a friendly face she could count on to melt away the troubles of the world that so often began to look so dim she didn’t know if she could navigate through it all anymore.

  ❝ hey, P. you feeling alright ? not that i don’t like this welcome, i just figured you’d be running around the halls with the rest of the gang since i’m not breathing down your neck with shit we have to do. have i FINALLY worn you down ?    ❞the blonde teased lightheartedly, lowering herself onto the floor beside him with an inquisitive gaze. it would be stupid of her to blatantly act like she HADN’T heard the news. people often whispered about the comings and goings of those in relationships, the rumor mill spinning viciously once the rumor broke about his separation from alice. it wasn’t exactly shocking, for some reason the pair never really quite fit in her head. but she had seen the sincerity shine in his chocolate hues when he spoke of her in the past, which could only reveal that the latest development, was probably weighing heavily upon his shoulders. rather than press the matter, lily just offered an understanding smile.  

 ❝ wanna talk about it ?     ❞

          her  teasing  arrival  brought  a  smile  to  james’  lips  ,   his  head  shaking  in  amusement  as  he  turned  back  to  the  parchment  in  his  lap  .   there  was  something  so  easy  about  the  way  the  two  spoke  ,   an  ease  that  always  immediately  put  james  at  peace  .   the  words  she’d  spoken  had  been effortless  ,   and  james  knew  that  meant  she  felt  that  same  ease  ---  that  same  comfort  that  came  with  each  others’  presence  .   ❛  but  did  you  bring  back  the  milk  i  asked  for  ?  ❜   he  teasingly  replied  ,   looking  up  as  she  brought  the  tower  of  books  towards  him  .   her  smile  was  like  heaven  .  

          the  next  tease  was  welcome  ,   though  he  knew  she  wholeheartedly  meant  it  when  she  asked  if  he  was  alright  .   he  allowed  the  lightheartedness  of  the  question  to  linger  for  a  moment  ,   dark  eyes  turning  to  watch  as  she  settled  down  comfortably  onto  the  floor  beside  him  .   his  turned  head  relaxed  into  the  couch  ,   eyes  still  watching  her  from  behind  foggy  glasses  as  he  maintained  the  smallest  of  smiles  .   he  knew  she  knew  .   lily  evans  always  knew  what  was  wrong  .   he  didn’t  have  to  say  a  word  ,   because  she  understood  .   (  and  maybe  that  was  what  had  made  it  hard  with  alice  ---  knowing  there  was  someone  who  was  always  going  to  understand  him  better  than  the  girl  he’d  once  considered  his  best  friend  .   )  

          fluttering  the  parchment  just  gently  enough  to  bring  attention  to  it  ,   james  sighed  ,   bringing  his  eyes  back  up  to  the  fire  and  running  a  tight  hand  through  his  unruly  hair  .   ❛  i  haven’t  told  my  parents  ,   ❜   he  mumbled  through  the  palm  that  had  come  to  rest  on  his  chin  .   ❛  about  her  .   they  keep  asking  what  i’ve  gotten  her  for  christmas  ,   if  they  should  travel  together  with  the  fortescue’s  .   it’s  just  ...   too  hard  .   ❜

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                james  still  wasn’t  used  to  a  world  without  alice  .   three  weeks  had  now  passed  since  she  had  snapped  ,   since  she  had  done  the  thing  he’d  been  too  scared  to  do  .   a  part  of  him  admired  her  for  having  that  courage  ,   for  having  it  in  her  to  tell  him  what  he  needed  to  hear  ---  but  most  of  him  just  wasn’t  quite  sure  what  to  do  .   he  hadn’t  even  told  his  parents  yet  .   they  were  set  to  arrive  at  the  castle  in  the  next  few  days  ,   to  join  the  christmas  festivities  ,   and  in  their  minds  ,   the  fortescues  would  be  another  seat  at  their  table  .   he’d  tried  to  tell  them  ,   had  drafted  letters  ,   considered  letting  rumours  take  their  course  ,   but  he’d  never  quite  followed  through  .   he  was  suspended  in  a  place  of  terrifying  uncertainty  ,   and  he  had  no  idea  what  to  do  next  . 

                the  head  dorm  was  where  he  felt  a  small  amount  of  peace  .   in  his  room  or  by  the  roaring  fire  in  the  common  area  that  connected  the  two  dorms  .   perhaps  one  reason  for  this  was  the  presence  of  dear  lily  evans  .   james  hadn’t  spoken  to  many  people  in  the  last  few  weeks  (  there  was  too  much  playing  on  his  mind  ,   about  alice  ,   about  peter  ,   about  his  parents  ,   about  everything  )  but  he  spoke  to  lily  .   things  had  changed  between  them  since  september  .   with  the  head  badges  pinned  to  their  chest  ,   there  was  something  of  an  understanding  that  had  formed  ---  they  had  to  work  together  ,   or  they  wouldn’t  work  at  all  .   but  it  wasn’t  just  work  that  kept  james  and  lily  up  at  all  hours  of  the  night  .   in  a  way  that  james  had  never  expected  ,   lily  had  become  one  of  the  easiest  people  to  talk  to  .   gone  were  the  days  when  she  would  practically  spit  in  his  face  ---  james  had  stopped  obsessing  over  her  ,   idolising  her  in  unhealthy  doses  ,   and  suddenly  there  was  a  spark  of  friendship  .   in  a  few  short  months  ,   lily  had  become  one  of  his  closest  friends  ,   and  he  spoke  to  her  about  things  he  couldn’t  even  speak  to  the  boys  about  .   he  wasn’t  fawning  over  her  ---  he  treated  her  like  a  human  .   and  he  was  happy  to  have  things  like  this  ,   to  be  her  friend  . 

                (  sometimes  ,   late  at  night  when  he  couldn’t  sleep  ,   he  thought  about  things  differently  .   james  potter  would  do  anything  for  lily  evans  .  )

                two  nights  before  christmas  eve  ,   james  was  sitting  by  the  fire  in  the  head  common  room  ,   knees  brought  up  to  his  chest  to  support  a  piece  of  parchment  as  he  fiddled  with  his  quill  .   when  would  she  be  back  ?   he  needed  her  advice  .   finally  ,   he  heard  the  portrait  door  open  behind  him  ,   and  james  turned  around  to  offer  lily  a  warm  smile  .    ❛   you’re  back  late  .   ❜  

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                                                                                                   distance, timing                                                                                                    breakdown, fighting                                                                                                    silence, the train runs off its tracks                                                                                                    kiss me, try to fix it                                                                                                    could you just try to listen?                                                                                                    give up                                                                                                    for the life of us we can't get back

a MOODBOARD for alice fortescue & james potter

                                                                                                   @fortvscues

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REMUS.

       。•  * ☪     ❛    that  might  explain  the  kink  in  my  neck    ,   ❜     he  replied  in  feigned  thought   ,   hand  rubbing  against  the  very  real  knot  just  above  his  left  shoulder  .    despite  the  joke   ,   he  cringed   ,   no  doubt  adding  to  the  act   .    ❛   pretty  sure  my  parents  will  be  sitting  this  one  out   .   apparently   ,   and  to  no  great  surprise  on  my  end   ,    my  father  wasn’t  exactly  popular  during  his  stay  here   .   ❜    he  wore  a  smile   ,    an  impressive  mixture  of  contentment  and  relief   .    in  no  reality  would  he  consider  a  happy  holiday  to  be  one  where  his  classmates  met  his  parents   .    ❛   i  would  pout   ,   but  i’m  not  quite  ready  for  the  wrinkles   .  ❜  

               ❛  aah  ,   and  here  i’d  explained  that  away  as  a  rather  exciting  night  with  a  bird  .   ❜    as  the  subject  shifted  ,   james’  smile  almost  faltered  .   the  subject  of  mr  and  mrs  lupin  often  had  that  effect  on  him  .   and  while  james  would  never  wish  the  curse  of  moony’s  parents  on  him  ,   a  small  part  of  him  had  wished  they  would  show  ---  he  had  a  few  choice  words  for  them  .   managing  to  keep  a  small  smirk  ,   james  nodded  .   ❛  figures  .   but  hey  ---  that’s  one  more  for  the  party  of  potter  ,   huh  ?   my  parents  are  excited  to  see  you  and  padfoot  .  ❜   and  wormtail  .   he  had  to  bite  his  tongue  to  stop  himself  from  saying  it  ...

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ALECTO.

               she turned to james feeling no small degree of annoyance   —   that she still made pains to keep off her expression. it was directed inward more than outward, but she still chafed at masking it with a dainty hand pressed to a heart that was not remotely racing in surprise.  “ oh! “  alecto exclaimed   ( and wondered if he’d be able to tell she was going through the motions )  before lowering her wand like an afterthought.  “ is it late? I must have just lost track of the time, “  she lied; rather obviously. her pajama-clad form hardly corroborated the image of a girl surprised that her studying bled into the late night. james could call her out or he couldn’t, and alecto didn’t much care. it was her own fault for forgetting that she could get caught, and neglecting to bar the door in some way.  “ sleeping might be ‘ invaluable ‘  — “  the hand pressed to her chest in a playacted surprise fell, and she knew her tone had slipped from something sweet to something biting, almost without her permission. she bit the inside of her cheek, then soldiered on.  “ — but then invaluable things seldom make themselves easy to catch. “ 

       as alecto turned at the sound of his voice, james couldn’t help but quirk a brow and toss his gaze up and down in question. her excuse told one story, but her choice in outfit told another. he was used to that of course --- being lied to now that he seemed to resemble something along the lines of authority. ( he fucking hated this part. ) stepping into the classroom, james stuffed his hands into his pockets and gave a small shrug.  ❛ well to catch you up, it’s half past eleven and you should be well asleep by now. i’m not sure if you know, but there’s this little thing called curfew, and it was two hours ago now. ❜  james understood what alecto was doing --- she was good at weaving a story, a play of innocence. it had taken him a few years to learn it, but there was much more to alecto carrow than meets the eye. a small chuckle left his lips as he came to a stop near the desk she sat by.  ❛ wise words there, carrow. is that what you were doing up here? pondering the state of the universe? or should i be smelling for smoke? ❜

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                                      ... FLASHBACK ; three weeks ago / @fortvscues​

            james hadn’t spoken to alice in six days now. and he might not’ve even realised if sirius hadn’t asked what the couple’s plans were for christmas. couple. because of course, for the last seven months now, alice hadn’t just been one of james’ best friends from childhood --- she’d been his GIRLFRIEND. and he cared for her --- he cared for her deeply --- but something had changed since summer. anyone could see that the dreamy pair who had had eyes only for each other before june came had changed come september, that their eyes seemed to drift, that their tones seemed to shift when they spoke to each other. ‘ something ’ had changed --- of course, if they looked at it any deeper, they’d see what happened. the war happened. peter went missing, and suddenly the war was very, very real. and without realising it, james had been taking it out on alice. as the head boy seemed to drift closer to one lily evans, there was still a subconscious expectation from alice to shoulder the weight of the emotional boulder he was carrying. five, six, seven months in to their relationship, and yes, maybe they were in love, but they didn’t act like it anymore --- even the way they kissed felt distant, like they were touching from opposite ends of the earth.

            but he had to see her. james could feel it, he could feel their relationship on its last drips, about to drain entirely from his hands, but he was trying as best he could to keep it full. the thought of losing alice was a thought that was too terrifying for james to even consider. in some selfish, stupidly GREEDY way, she was his now, and he wanted that, he did, he did, he did ( did he? ). so when sirius asked what are you and al doing for christmas? james’ only response was i’ll see you at dinner. 

            he found her in the ravenclaw common room, having been let in by an over-excited second year. she looked so peaceful, curled up in an armchair by the highest window. he almost smiled at the sight --- almost. stepping quietly through the near-empty common room, james came to an awkward stop a step away from her and cleared his throat as an announcement of his presence.  ❛ hey, al. ❜  the words seemed to come out as he released a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding, almost a sigh. in a fashion that was far too delayed, he leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead --- she felt alien against his lips. strangers attempting intimacy.  ❛ sorry i haven’t come to see you --- ❜  he began, a cough interrupting his scattered thoughts.  ❛ i’ve been, uh --- busy. ❜

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REMUS.

        。•  * ☪     ❛  SCARED  THEY’LL  LIKE  ME  BETTER   ?   ❜    remus  leaned  casually  against  one  of  the  vertical  columns  on  his  friend’s  four-poster  bed     .    despite  his  legs  having  been  lazily  flung  across  the  comforter   ,   he  still  had  an  aristocratic  form  about  him    ;    as  if  he  could  scoff  and  insult  an  authority  figure  while  still  maintaining  his  poise   .    gracing  james  with  his  best  james  dean  smolder   ,   he  tilted  his  head  and  looked  at  him  over  the  top  of  his  sunglasses    (   worn  specifically  to  hide  the  circles  beneath  his  eyes   )    .      ❛   inevitability  is  a  nasty  thing   ,   isn’t  it   ?    your  parents  would  LOVE  to  see  you  reaching  out  of  your  league   .   after  all   ,   little  potter  deserves  the  best          and  who   ,   pray  tell   ,    is  better  than  me   ?   ❜     almost  immediately  was  his  finger  raised    ,    wagging  back  and  forth  as  a  tsk   ,   tsk  emerged   .       ❛   that  was  a  rhetorical  question   ,   prongs   .   the  answer  is  NO  ONE   .   ❜    

          ❛   DUH ,   ❜   james  drawled ,    shuffling  himself  up  the  bed  to  rest  against  the  headboard .    truth  be  told ,    mr  and  mrs  potter  had  always  been  a  fan  of  remus  ---  he  was  one  of  their  favourites  of  james’  friends .    they’d  been  writing  james  daily ,    asking  if  his  friends  would  join  them  on  their  section  of  the  table  at  the  GREAT  HOGWARTS  CHRISTMAS ,    so  much  so  that  james  was  almost  sick  of  hearing  from  them  (  almost  ---  the  potter’s  were  nothing  if  not  a  close  family  ) .     ❛  sometimes  i  think  your  head  might  be  too  big  for  your  own  good ,    ❜   james  chuckled .  

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Congratulations on the quote of the year, Madej.

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               sometimes james loved the idea of patrolling the halls late at night as part of his ‘ duties ’  ---  other times he HATED it. if he were in a better mood, he would’ve rounded up his boys, thrown them under an invisibility cloak and had some fun. but frankly, without peter to join them, it just wasn’t the same. and knowing that he was alive now, but couldn’t join them ?  well, james thought he had much better things to be doing than this. with a jumper pulled over his slim figure for some semblance of warmth, james was walking quickly through the east halls, ducking his head into every empty classroom --- empty, of course, until he found miss alecto carrow hidden at the top of the east tower. sighing with a small level of frustration, james knocked on the door of the classroom she was in, an eyebrow quirked, ready for when she saw him.  ❛ don’t you think it’s a bit late, carrow ?  sleep is invaluable, y’know. ❜

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remus.·

    。•  * ☪     ❛   A  FAMILY  HOLIDAY    ,   ❜   he  tutted   ,     the  edges  of  his  eyes  crinkling  slightly  as  he  read  the  flyer   .     ❛   an  oxymoron  if  i’ve  ever  heard  one    .   ❜    a  light   ,   albeit  breathless  chuckle  decorated  the  silence  as  he  leaned  back  in  his  chair   ,   casually  tossing  the  paper  aside  while  doing  so   .    the  only  thing  that  could  make  it  a  TRUE  holiday  would  be  that  one  pesky  face           the  one  belonging  exclusively  to  peter  pettigrew   .    sure    ,   he  had  james  and  sirius   ,   but  he  was  tired  of  feeling  like  a  piece  of  him  was  missing   .   call  him  selfish   ,   but  he  wanted  the  whole  damn  package   .   why  take  two  gold  pieces  when  you  could  have  three   ?    ❛   so  how’s  about  it   ?   do  i  get  to  meet  your  parents   ?    or  is  it  too  early  in  our  relationship   ?   ❜

       james’  face  scrunched  up  and  his  eyes  squeezed  lazily  before  he  opened  them  to  turn  and  look  at  remus  who  sat  at  the  end  of  his  bed .    ❛  everyday’s  a  HOLIDAY  when  you’re  with  james  potter ,    ❜   he  mumbled ,    rubbing  at  his  eyes  to  try  and  wake  himself  up .    he  hadn’t  been  asleep ,    but  it  sure  damn  felt  like  it   ---   truthfully ,    james  hadn’t  slept  properly  since  he’d  heard  the  news  of  peter .    he  was  restless  knowing  his  brother  was  out  there ,   alive ,    and  he  couldn’t  see  him ,    and  he  was  sure  remi  and  siri  were  feeling  the  same .    ❛  yer  coming  on  a  bit  strong  there ,    moony .    we  haven’t  even  slept  together  yet  and  now  you  wanna  meet  my  parents ?  ❜

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❛  if there’s one thing the gods love, it’s tragedy. with wings that burn and boys who fall. ❜

* ╰   brandon arreaga  ;  17 ;  he/him  —— wow, james potter sure has changed. i guess he is feeling isolated from the other gryffindor members. guess you can’t really blame them. i still remember them being so charming & incisive now they just seem dependent & inexorable.  guess being a  pureblood isn’t helping matters much either.  i’m hopeful though. they’ll be just fine.

links: pinterest, stats character parallels: bellamy blake ( the 100 ), shane madej ( buzzfeed unsolved ), jake peralta ( brooklyn nine-nine ), stefan salvatore ( the vampire diaries ), scott mccall ( teen wolf ), steve harrington ( stranger things )

james henry potter ( named for two his two grandfathers, maternal and paternal respectively ) was born on april 4th, 1960 to two of the most loving parents a child could have.

fleamont and euphemia had been trying for a child for years. they’d been together for basically all of time, having been that typical good-looking, well liked couple in hogwarts that everyone always just assumes will get married ( spoiler alert: they did ), however had had to postpone kids due to fleamont’s brief stint as a professional quidditch player for eight years following their graduation. after that, they would try every month for a child, and after many years of disappointment, eventually gave up. it was during this time that fleamont developed the sleekeazy hair potion which only added to their immense wealth. 

finally at age forty-one, they were surprised with the arrival of james. obviously, they saw him as their miracle child, and as such he was pampered and completely spoiled from the moment he was born.

i cannot stress enough how much this spoiled upbringing shaped james into the person he is today. if you’re wondering why he was ever an arrogant prick, it’s because he was always used to getting absolutely everything he ever wanted. he grew up with money, he grew up with fame and with every bit of attention he could garner, and so it was really no wonder he was a bit of an asshole by the time he started at hogwarts.

obviously, james had a pretty cushy childhood, and as such, shit didn’t start getting real until he started at hogwarts. 

it took all of three seconds for the hat to sort him into gryffindor, and i guess you could say he pretty much considered himself to be the gem of the house. he was the absolute epitome of a gryffindor, basically considered him the poster boy and all but expected everyone to love him.

really did not help his ego to know that everyone did.

in typical sterotype-gryffindor fashion, james hated slytherin. he had always been taught growing up that purists were basically the root of all evil, and his father had had no qualms in lumping all these people in with the house of the snakes. james and his friends took a particular disliking to severus snape almost immediately for the poncy way in which he seemed to believe he was superior to all for his intelligence and his house status, and this dislike only grew when lily evans was tossed into the mix, too.

for basically the first four or five years of hogwarts, james really was that stereotypical arrogant asshole that he’s often made out to be. he always got everything he asked for, he was incredibly popular and incredibly intelligent, he had the most amazing friends and his eyes on the most amazing girl. he was set!! shit was good!!

shit was not good, though. definitely was not.

despite having known of remus’ furry little problem since second year, things didn’t really start to settle in james how awful it was until third or fourth year. he hated seeing his friend in pain, he hated that he couldn’t help, and so he rallied the boys to put into action their worst plan yet!!!!

becoming animagi!!!!!!

it took fucking forever, obviously, but by the end of fourth year they did it!! we stan icons

except then in fifth year shit hit the fan again in just, like… so many ways

first, it was the whole severus ‘mudblood’ situation. honestly, james was absolutely furious. he’d always hated snape but this just made everything 1000 times worse. even if it had happened to anyone else, he would have been fuming. but for it to have happened to lily like… yikes. 

this was also a horrible time for james though because lily rejected him for the thousandth time. like, look, what a yikes thing to think when she was just called a mudblood, but frankly he was sick of being rejected and he was sick of being the asshole who kept pressuring her so that was the breaking point — he gave up on her. 

and tbh, he changed a lot from here on out. grew up!! became a better person bc he saw how horrible snap was and decided he was sick of horrible people!! saw, recognised and acknowledged that just bc he was hot and intelligent and rich he wasn’t always going to get everything he wanted ( see: miss evans ) and just generally learned that oh shit the world doesn’t revolve around him!!!

oh and then there was that whole thing with sirius and snape and remus the werewolf and ohhhh boyyyy…. that infuriated him. 

he loves his bros so much and y’all know he would die for them, but to see his friend abuse remus’ pain and suffering for his own gain was heart wrenching. it just pushed him further to pull him in line, to realise that not everything was about games, or petty rivalry, or ‘ getting the girl ’ — life was heartache and mistakes and it was never going to go the way he wanted it to.

now look, this isn’t all to say that james is now a super strict, super intense, brooding weirdo. he’s still a bit of a child, and he’s still a bit of an arrogant prick, but ultimately what wins out is his morals — every time. he wants to lead the world to a better place, without war and without hate, he wants everyone to have the same opportunities he had as a kid and he wants nothing more than for blood purity to be eradicated.

get that shit outta my house!!! gross!!!!!!

now in his final year, james is always flipping between taking his role as head boy deadly serious and turning it into one big game of mischief. he’s still a marauder at heart, after all, and has definitely abused his power sometimes for the benefit of fun and games, but when it comes down to it, he can be very strict and lowkey paternal. the leader really just…. popped right outta him, it came to play and it came hard, and really you’d think he’s minister for magic with how serious he treats it sometimes.

i hate him.

the disappearance of one of his best friends, one peter pettigrew, landed james to flop pretty fucking hard on the side of seriousness. once you spend months without knowing where your best friend is, thinking he’s dead, you’re bound to start to lose a bit of that which once made you smile. it was this piled on top of what james had already been feeling which led the head boy to start finding ways he could join the revolution within the walls of hogwarts --- it’s been bloody hard but james is determined to make a difference, to make sure no one else he loves suffers in a war that they never asked to fight in the first place.

anyway here’s some fun facts that didn’t fit up top

james is a lot less intense with his hatred for slytherin’s. he has come to recognise that not everyone from that lifestyle is going to be the same, not everyone who grew up a certain way or was sorted into a certain house is going to think with a deadly mind, and while he’s still a bit wary, he’s a lot more relaxed about it, especially as head boy ( gotta at least pretend shit’s fair !!! )

he’s very dependent as in like… boi cannot go a week without his friends. he is used to having people to bounce off, that’s always the type of leader he has been, and as much as he would probably be amazing at anything on his own, he’s never really tried. too scared!! i hate him!!!!!

super unforgiving. like, if you have gotten on his bad side…. i’m sorry. it is going to be very difficult to return from there. his moral compass is pretty black and white, you’re either good or your bad, and if you’ve done something he considers bad well sucks to be you, i guess. sorry not sorry.

takes his quidditch very seriously tbh. so many people have told him he needs to be a pro like his dad, but he’s like haha fuck you i know what i wanna do ( hint hint: he wants to rule that goddamn auror office, make that shit far more efficient then he thinks it is now ). but srsly, he’s so intense abt the game and it really like… idk gets him in the zone, keeps him level-headed in amongst all this chaos. 

he’s smart. i guess. straight a’s and shit idk. just very naturally intelligent, finds everything he does easy, like.. really is that asshole who is just good at everything he does.

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