#this is a joke its more cheerful than this sirius has a good relationship with claire and wilardo

[noel-levine-fan]

wilardo's conclusion spoilers

my version of the post-claire's ending wc world is really just this

[clairecrive]

“Voodoo doll” - Billy russo x reader

A/n: and here’s another one for Billy. I got the idea from a request I got for another character and I thought it perfectly fit Billy. As if Ben Barnes could ever be considered anything but beautiful, *scoff* please.

Warnings: a bit angsty, fluff though, jigsaw!billy, season 2 billy

Prompts(loosely): “Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…” 

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“Oh, hi you’re up.” You let yourself inside Billy’s hospital room smiling when you saw that the back of his bed was pushed up. He was sitting instead of lying down and that usually meant that he was awake. 

“How are you feeling today? The nurse outside told me that she gave you something for the pain but that everything is healing nicely.” Billy recovery looked like it was going to be long but after the impossibly long surgery you were just happy to see him alive and breathing. He didn’t look like he shared your optimism though. Granted, he was bound on a hospital bed, his body probably ached him all over and above all, his face was completely covered in bandages. It was the part that had taken most of the hits and Billy was one lucky bastard to even be in a hospital bed instead of being underground. That’s what the doctors had told you, at least.

Still, you could see how hard it was for him to see this whole situation in a positive way. It was taking its toll on him and you knew that no matter how many bruises and broken bones he had, his psychological health was the one which was in the worst shape.

You tried to offer him all the support you could. Sometimes that meant cheering him up with jokes and terrible puns, others simply required you to be next to him. 

Seems like it was one of those days because Billy stayed silent.

“Billy?” you tried again, setting your bag on the ground and taking your usual place by the side of his bed.

“What are you doing here, y/n?” His voice was hoarse from how little he used it these days but hadn’t lost that gruff edge that you loved so much.

“Visiting his majesty of course.”

“You shouldn’t be here. It’s a waste of time anyway.”

“Waiting for the bus for 20 minutes before they tell you that the run has been cancelled, now that is what I call a waste of time.” You complained recalling what had happened that morning.

Since you had entered his room, Billy hadn’t moved. Not that he could manage any big movement given the restraints they had put on him but at least he could move his head. It had been laying on his pillow up until now. He lifted it to try and look you into your eyes.

“I’m not your Billy anymore.”

“Why? Has anyone made their claim on you? Is that what this awful smell is? Your new playmate’s piss?”

Billy made a noise, it sounded a halfway between a laugh or a sob but since his head was covered in bandages, you couldn’t really tell. You hoped for the first, Billy had always loved your sense of humour- he had told you it was one of the reasons why he had noticed you- even if it consisted of terrible jokes. You thought they were hilarious, Billy thought you were adorable. Whatever.

“Listen, I can see how hard you’re taking this whole reversed beauty and the beast plot. But just so you know, I’m willing to let my facial hair grow if that makes you feel like a princess again.” You added on a more serious note, kinda, hoping to convince him that his face wasn’t the only thing you loved about him.

This time, the sound that left him was most definitely a sob. Startled, you didn’t know what to do. 

Could he even cry? Wouldn’t it mess up with his bandages? Why was he crying though? 

Still unsure on how to go about this, you reached for one of his bound hands only to see that it was tightly close in a fist. Your hand wrapped around his anyway, hoping that this small contact could soothe him in some way. 

Fuck, you must be really worse at this than you thought. You were trying to make him laugh and here he was crying.

“Billy?” you tried again in a whisper. 

All jokes aside, something must have happened this morning to make him feel this on edge. Had someone been rude to him? Well, he was a wanted person of course people weren’t going to respond to him like they did before. Billy couldn’t even count on his charm and good looks and you knew how good he was at using them to get what he wanted. 

Wait, could that be the problem? 

You thought about the best way to word the question when Billy spoke again, saving you from the embarrassment.

“I don’t think this is going to work.” Uh, what? Oh no no, he doesn’t get to do that.

“I agree, I’m not a fan of facial hair myself. We could buy you a tiara though. That is definitely going to do the trick.” Completely refusing to acknowledge his words, you kept going along with your previous joke.

“I’m serious y/n.” He insisted, his voice straightening to highlight his intent but still to no avail. Still clueless to it, he had laid on a silver platter your next pun.

“I thought your name was Billy, not Sirius. Wicked name though.” His hand tensed in your hold and you knew that he was getting angry.

“Would you stop joking around for one second? I’m trying to tell you that you shouldn’t waste your time around me.” His voice grew rougher, not exactly the high and strict tone he used to use at Anvil, but you could see he had strained his vocal cord to even attempt a stern voice.

 “I’m going to look like a butchered voodoo doll, forget the beast.” He added in a quieter voice. A confession laced with guilt.

“Oh Billy, don’t say that. You’re so much more than your looks, you know that. Besides, I’m sure you’re still going to be the one with the dashing looks of the relationship.” Your voice came out all wobbly and squeaky but you couldn’t help it, hearing Billy’s words, a far cry from the man he used to be made you emotional. You wanted nothing more than to help him but you didn’t know how. And here he was, trying to push you away.

“There’s no relationship, y/n.”

“I know that you’ve taken a big hit on your head, the doctor told me about your memory loss. It’s okay, they told me that some things are going to come back and you remembered my name when you woke up so that’s a good sign.”

Billy contemplated the idea of making up a story about him not remembering about you and come up with someway for how he knew you name when he first saw you after the incident but even though he wanted you to see his point, he couldn’t do that to you. 

He did remember you and he knew that the first part of your relationship had been based on lies. About his work, about his past, about his whereabouts when you asked him where he was going to late at night. 

He also remembered how that almost had cost him your relationship entirely.

Billy wasn’t one to make promises but he had made one to you. To at least try to be open and honest with you. There were still things that Billy didn’t talk to you about but this time around, instead of coming up with an excuse, he openly said that he couldn’t tell where or what he was doing . That, in the long run, had gained your trust back. You knew it was for your safety and that every time he told you you couldn’t know something, it was work-related.

And despite the fact that Billy was trying to self sabotage himself and your relationship, there was a part of him that didn’t want to see you go.

Yes, he still thought that you deserved more. Not only for his looks but for the things he knew he had done but couldn’t remember. If half the things he was accused of were true, then that didn’t make him a good person, did it?

“I do remember you. There is nothing more vibrant in my mind than my time with you. That’s not the problem.”

“Then I wholeheartedly refuse your attempt at breaking up. You can say whatever you want but I assure you it isn’t going to work.”

“I wish I could say that I did not remember you being this stubborn but we both know it would be a lie.”

“Oh, honey we both know that you enjoy it quite a bit when you want to.” You wriggled your eyebrows, trying and completely failing at making a suggestive face. You were successful, however, in making him laugh.

“Fuck don’t do that y/n, I can’t laugh.” he groaned, his head resting back on his bed.

“Well that is going to be a problem, ‘cause all I’m good at is being a huge cosmic joke.” You smiled at him, happy that he was finally done with all that nonsense he had just tried to pull. Instead, you dived into your back to show him what you had brought him.

It was his favorite comic book.

Apparently, a successful CEO of a security firm had an extensive collection of comic books which was also his most priced possession. The first time he had come around after the surgery, he had asked about them. He was worried that in searching his place for clues and whatnot the police had ruined it or something. You couldn’t see his face but the long sigh he let out when you told him that you had taken care of it personally looked a lot like relief.

What were hundreds of expensive tailored suits in comparison?

You started reading one of his favorite ones, including a very poor but very engaging representation of every sound of action in the story which made Billy smile under all those bandages. He felt like the luckiest voodoo doll in the world.

[not-the-teen-witch]

Daddy Issues Lucius Malfoy x Daughter! Reader

Tiktok has done its magic and my obsession with Lucius Malfoy has sparked. Or it might just be my daddy issues acting up again, who know lol. Anyways, reader is Draco’s twin, a Gryffindor, and is basically the Sirius Black of the Malfoy family. She/her pronouns used. No warnings. Though you should know this is my first fanfic after going MIA on Wattpad and Quotev for a few years whoopsies.

Takes place over the course of first year. Listen to “Daddy Issues” by the Neighbourhood while reading to set the mood. 

I might make this into a multiple part story. But not follow the scenes strictly, just random drabbles here and there?? Idk, hopefully this won’t flop lol.

Daddy Issues

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Now, Y/N. Just like your brother did it. Just run straight through that brick wall, and you’ve made.” Your mother, Narcissa, says gently patting you on the back to motivate you.

You bit your lips to hide your nerves. Straight through it, huh? Oh, merlin. What if it decides I’m not good enough for it. I’ll surely make a fool out of myself. 

You grip tightly around your trolley, “Are you sur-”

“We don’t have all day now, darling. The train leaves at eleven, sharp. Enough twisting with your thumbs and get a move on.” Your father cuts you off. 

You grimace. Your relationship with your father, the oh so great Lucius Malfoy, wasn’t the best, at least at the moment. Don’t get it wrong, you’re his precious baby girl, the absolute apple of his eye, but you have a few, in his words, tweaks in your personality that his purist mindset just did not share.  

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues And I do too

It began when you received your Hogwarts letter on your 11th birthday earlier that summer.

“Dad! I got my letter!” You say, racing down the steps of the Malfoy Manner to see your father.

He replies from his study room with a, “Don’t run, you’ll fall, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, always so overprotective. When you reach him you wave the letter in front of him, “Look! I finally got it!”

He stops reading his book and looks up, all while shifting from his area on the velvet green armchair to make room for you. You immediately take a seat in the small space. 

“Let’s see what we have here now, shall?” You nod your head at him as he opens the letter. “Ah yes, Hogwarts. Truly shocking how they want someone with the likes of you on their grounds.”

He has a twinkly in his eye when he says this. You know he’s joking though, that’s just the interactions between you two. 

You grab his face with your hands to get his attention, “Are you going to miss me?”

“Miss you? My own and only daughter who wakes up every morning with a mission to have my hair turn grey early. Miss you, you say?”

“Dad,” you groan.

He hides a smirk, “Happy birthday, my dear. You’ll make a wonderful Slytherin and teach those mudbloods who’s in charge.” 

About that..... “Dad, no.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Stop that, don’t call them mudbloods. And what makes you so sure I’ll be put in Slytherin?”

“Ha,” he lets out a bark of laughter. “There’s never been a Malfoy that fit in any other house. That’s absurd.” 

I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shame always comes at the worst time

You look down.

“Y/N.” You look back at your father. 

His grey eyes that mirror yours perfectly, look at you coldly “Don’t bring shame to the Malfoy family. Remember that.” 

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Make me proud.” Your father says, right before you enter the train. 

He flashes you one of his rare, genuine smiles and kisses you on the forehead. 

You heard him, Y/N. Make father proud. 

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you

You find the first empty compartment you see on the train. Your brother already went off with some of the other pureblood children. And you’re not exactly fond of them. 

There’s a boy with glasses and another with red hair when you enter. 

“Ehm, hi...” You awkwardly say. 

The boy with glasses smiles at you. “Hi there.” 

“Would it be alright if I sat here?” 

“Sure, take a seat.” 

I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues

You learn the two boys you sat with were Harry Potter and a Weasley named Ron. They were charming, although you were sure your father would disagree. Luckily you didn’t tell them your last name. Who knows what outburst that’d cause from the redhead. 

You stand next to them as students get called up to get sorted.

Your stomach feels like it’s being shaken by mountain trolls and you try to control your breathing.

“GRYFFINDOR”

“RAVENCLAW” 

“HUFFLEPUFF” 

The sorting hat continues to call out the names of the houses as the students go up, one by one. 

Your twin gets called. 

Just as Draco takes a seat, the hat doesn’t even touch his head when it yells-

“SLYTHERIN” 

Draco has a look of pride on his face. Typical. 

“As expected,” mutters Ron to you and Harry. 

“Y/N Malfoy” 

Oh dear. Your turn.

“ -wait you’re his twin?” Harry look sat you confused.

You see your twin brother flash you a thumbs up.

You ignore them both and step forward. 

“Another Malfoy I see. But you’re more interesting than the rest. Unexpected. Ambitious? Yes, very much so but there’s also bravery. Lots of it too.” The sorting hat says.

No! You’re yelling in your head. Bravery? That’s Gryffindor. Please no. Father would disown me. 

“Slytherin then? No, no no. Tell daddy he’s in for a surprise because Slytherin not fit for you. You fit in-” 

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat exclaims.

The whole hall murmurs. “A Malfoy? Not in Slytherin?” “Gryffindor? Merlin, someone alert the Daily Prophet.” 

You get nudged towards the Gryffindor table, slowly you make your way.

 You hear a voice, “Well Fred, you know what this means.”

“I sure do, George.”

“WE GOT A MALFOY! WE GOT A MALFOY!” They chant and slowly the rest of the table begins to cheer loudly. The Slytherin’s table watches in awe. 

Your brother refuses to make eye contact with you. Your stomach drop at that.

I keep on tryin' to let you go I'm dyin' to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go?

“First years! Follow me!” 

You begin to line up with the other first years. You stand near Ron and Harry. Ron gives you a suspicious look.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “I should have told you I’m a Malfoy.”

“You really shou-” Ron begins to say.

“No, it’s alright.” Says Harry. “You had your reasonings. Besides the point” he give Ron a sharp look, “You’re in Gryffindor now, that’s all that matters.”

“All that matters?” Uh oh, it’s your brother. “Wait until father hears about this. He’ll be mortified. You can kiss your spot on the family tree goodbye Y/N.” He looks disgusted at you.

“Leave her alone!” A first year girl with puffy hair and large teeth says. 

“And what are you going to do about it, mudblood.”

That sits off a rage off anger in you. 

“Oh shut it you prick!” Your brother looks at you, shocked. “I’ve had enough with your bigotry. Go ahead, tell father. We all know how much you want to be his favorite child, you kiss up!” You let out a angry sigh at that. 

“Well then, keep an eye out for a letter tomorrow morning by him. How does a Howler sound?” 

The girl with the puffy hair grabs your arm. “Come on”

“You know, I think you and I will get along just great.” 

I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared

It had been a few days since the sorting ceremony. Classes were already in full swing. 

You became very close friends with Hermione Granger, the girl who helped you out when your brother was acting like a complete, wild ferret. However, you and her got along quite well. You two had similar interests and were very dedicated in your classes. Granted you knew a bit more than her since you were taught were carefully by your father.

Speaking of father, you haven’t heard from him yet. But there’s no doubt in your mind that Draco hasn’t sent a letter yet. 

You shake out of your thought and make your way to the great hall. You spot the Weasleys and Harry and make a bee-line to them. 

“Hey there, mate!” One of the twins nod in your direction. 

“No mail yet?” You immediately ask the lot.

“Blimey, at least eat something first before you start interrogating us.” Ron mumbles, his cheeks filled with food. 

Harry shakes his head, “Not yet, expecting a letter?” 

“You could say that.” You groan.

You grab a piece of toast and spread butter over it when you hear the sounds of the owls flying into the great hall. You quickly scan them over, keeping your eyes peeled for any Malfoy family owls.

You look over to your twin, an owl drops a package of goodies. Must be from mother, you think bitterly in your head. You didn’t get a package. 

The thought makes your stomach drop. They must know then.

“Huh, would you look at that. It’s a howler!” Percy Weasley points out.

The twins glace at you.

“Y/N....” One of the twins begin to say.

The howler drops right in front of you. Oh grandfather Abraxas, please help me.

In fancy calligraphy that you recognize very well, the name Lucius Malfoy is written. 

“So... are you going to open that?” George asks with an eyebrow raised.

“The longer you wait, the louder it’ll be. But hey this is Lucius Malfoy so you don’t really have much luck any way.” Fred jokes, trying to lighten the mood. 

You hands shake as you hold it, “Should- should i open it?” 

“It’s going to burst any second, no need for that.” Harry look bewildered.

“Oh to hell with it.“ You open the letter. 

“Y/N NARCISSA MALFOY!” Your father’s voice booms, the great hall quiets down to listen in. “A GRYFFINDOR?? NEVER IN THE MALFOY FAMILY NAME HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE. A BLOOD TRAITOR IS WHAT YOU ARE. IT DISGUSTS ME TO CALL YOU A CHILD OF MINE.”

Your face turns an unnatural shade of red but the howler continues in a calmer voice. “My own child, my little girl. Tarnishing the family name like this. Absurd. Don’t even think about coming home this winter. And enjoying the company of Mudbloods and other blood traitors? Tsk, a shame. Such a great shame. Don’t bother sending any letters, they will immediately be discarded of.” 

The letter explodes and the only evidence that it even happened it the looks of pity you getting from the three other houses. The Slytherin table is bursting with laughter. 

“Ignore them Y/N. Not worth your time. The Slytherin gits and your father. If you could even call a man like that a dad.” Ron shakes his head.

You catch your brother’s eyes, he has a soft, sad look but quickly switches when he catches you looking. 

“Did you bloody hear that? I could never be such an embarrassment to the wizarding name.” Your brother boasts. 

Your friends try to divert your attention but all you can think of is your dad. 

No. Don’t be sad Y/N, you say to yourself. You’re meant to be a Gryffindor, and you’ll prove daddy wrong. Right? You’re a Malfoy after all. 

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues

[mischiefmanagedrp-blog1]

James Potter

james potter. gryffindor. sixth year. quidditch captain. chaser. pureblood.

out of character info

Name/Alias: Samantha Pronouns: she/her Age: 25 Timezone: est Activity:  5-8 Triggers: no kiddie shit or stuff with animals >:( Password: always Character that you’re applying for:  James Potter Faceclaim:  Mikey Murphy Favourite ships for your character: Jily, but until that, James is free for the flirting and the smooching

in character info

Full name: James Potter Birthday:  March 17th Sexuality, gender, pronouns:  bisexual, heteroromantic, not that James knows what any of that is Age: 16

Wizarding World Info

House: Gryffindor Year: Sixth Wand: Mahogany, 11″, thunderbird tail feather Boggart: dead family and friends Patronus: Stag Quidditch Team: Captain & chaser Classes: transfiguration. charms. potions. history of magic. defence against the dark arts. herbology. muggle studies. arithmancy. Clubs: Potions Club, Dueling Club

Detailed Info

Appearance: James is a scruffy looking character, despite his wealth and his pureblood status. He’s spoiled by nature and nurture, so while his robes and other clothes come from fine designers who are eager to dress the Potter family, he often wears them not properly put together. His uniform tie is usually undone, his dress shirt untucked from his trousers. The lone Potter son has mastered the art of how to look like you don’t care, simply because he doesn’t. His hair is already uncontrollable, after all, no matter how much Sleekeazy his parents had used on his head as a child. So James matches that with his fashion sense, aiming to look effortlessly cool while putting in minimal effort. 

It often works in his favour, though perhaps it’s less about his rough and tough (so he thinks) exterior and more the charming grin that’s often on his face. It reaches to his eyes, and James can nearly always be seen with a smile on his face. While his attitude is arrogant and pompous, many overlook it due to his carefree body language and charming smile. 

Fashion sense and mannerism aside, James is fairly tall, just barely brushing past the six foot mark. He intends to keep growing, of course. He’s only sixteen, he’s got his whole life ahead of him. As well, James is slender, built well for his position as a seeker on the Gryffindor quidditch team. Because of practice, doing laps and other exercises to keep his arms, core and legs strong to stay on the broom, he’s a pretty fit lad. He’s not ripped, by any means. There’s not much sense when you’re not a beater, after all. But he’s toned, enough to admire himself in the mirrors when he’s feeling particularly full of himself. In such mirrors, James also likes to fluff up the unruly brown hair atop his head. It’s a mess of waves, and on occasion will fade lighter if his summers are spent on holidays or out in the sun. 

Overall, James considers himself to be an attractive bloke. One of the better ones as far as he’s concerned. But, as Lily’s told him, taste is subjective. (And, she says, she has some, and James isn’t it.)

Personality: Arrogant, pompous, bullheaded. There are many a things about James Potter that could be negative. However, James likes to think of himself not as any of those things. Confident. Proud. Committed. Whatever negative thing about James you have to say, he has a way of turning it to see the positives, even if what you think may be negative. Where an outsider who doesn’t know James may think that he’s boisterous or spoiled, James will turn around and explain that he’s not those things. He’s... energetic. He’s privileged. A lot of this comes from his parents, both Fleamont “Monty” Potter and his wife, Euphemia (or Effie for short) spending all of his upbringing coddling him.

James was a welcomed surprise, after all. His well to due parents didn’t discipline him much, simply falling prey to the charm James had when he came from the womb. He’s bright eyed and full of life, after all. It’s hard to discipline a child who not only has been told he can do no wrong, but who he himself can’t see if he’s done wrong either. 

This leads to complications, of course. James is completely and utterly hopeless when it comes to learning lessons. Detentions offer nothing to him, nor do they really for any of his friends. 

Aside from his overall spoild brat-ness, James can be quite the sweetheart. He’s full of love, and is capable of giving it to almost everyone. A foulweather friend to strangers, James will appear when you’re down in the dumps and go to great lengths to cheer you up, especially if you’ve got a pretty face and a good laugh. While some don’t get this treatment(i.e. Severus, of course), most anyone can experience it. 

As well, James is a bright young man, especially when he uses his energy to apply himself. He’s capable of being a great wizard, as evidenced by various pranks and duels that have landed him and his friends in trouble on many occasion. The problem, his professors say, is that he rarely uses that energy and passion on his school work. 

While James is more than capable of showering those in love and affection, as he was as a child, he’s also a vicious boy. When you’ve wronged him, he’ll never forget it. It explains why his feud with Severus is destined to be lifelong. That, and he’s a bit of a jealous boy. He’s used to getting what he wants, and in the event of, for example, taking a person he wants close to him? Well, James won’t take too kindly and you’ll likely be the butt of much teasing, if not worse. 

Very few people can successfully scold him. Both his mother and father are incapable of doing so, they see no wrong, only their perfect boy. Some who can? Remus Lupin, one of his closest friends who may as well be family. Lily Evans, the love of his life since he had first seen her firey red hair on the boats to the castle in first year. Another being Albus Dumbledore, who has never failed to make James truly think about his actions when he’s being reprimanded by the headmaster. 

History:  Born to Euphemia and Fleamont Potter, James is an only child, and a spoiled one at that. Due to conception at such an age, Euphemia and Fleamont both never had the energy nor care to spend James’ childhood disciplining him. He was a very welcomed, and very loved surprise and both his parents never felt the need to give him any negative parenting. As far as both Potters were concerned, James was an angel, albeit a fireball. 

He amused them with his wild, childhood antics, and overall was a good child for the first eleven years of his life. His closest relationship was with his parents, respecting and adoring them above all else. 

It wasn’t until Hogwarts when James started to develop into the arrogant young man he currently is. He enjoyed the attention that he got, and had little to no trouble quickly becoming popular amongst his peers. Attached at the hip with Sirius Black from day one, the two quickly became some of the favourite students at Hogwarts. Adding in Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew to their social circle only improved their social standing, along with the antics and pranks they started to pull. 

Class clowns, they were called, and James fed off the approval and laughter. Ego growing more and more every day as the attention on him grew. As far as social ranking went, James climbed quickly with his friends, who were quickly called the Marauders. 

As the years went on, James developed more into a young man that everyone wanted to be, be with, or befriend. A quidditch star, a student who challenged his professors and the authorties, who had no problem putting some of the naff students in their place. James had money, blood purity, a good family, an excellent group of friends. With good grades, a charming smile, and a personality that could get anyone (with the exception of a select few), it was no wonder. 

In fifth year is when his ego reached its peak. He and his friends had finally become animagi (a stag, for himself), and his and his friends pull with the other students had him in an ongoing, showoffy feud with Severus Snape and several of the other Slytherins. He had little qualms in teasing, using Snapes own spells against him, humiliating the greasy little git. 

As anything that comes to a peak, his ego has currently been on the downward. Between dragging Snape from the willow to make sure the gobshite didn’t kick the bucket, and Lily putting him in his place despite Snivellus calling her a mudblood, James’ personality has begun to mature. He intends to do better on his NEWTs than he had on his owls, and has made a pact to study a bit more, and fool around a bit less.

But with friends like Sirius, Remus and Peter, and the constant need to impress those around him, whose to say it’ll stay that way?

Sample paragraph:  "She’ll say yes this year, mate. I’ll put a wager on it, even,” James grinned, fluffing up the bouquet of roses he held in his hands. He had a reservation at the tea shop in Hogsmede, like he had made every year since his first. On the table lay a large, heart shaped box of chocolates and a charmed card to sing a love ballad preformed by himself and Sirius. Every year, James offered flowers and chocolates to Lily Evans, asking her to accompany him on a date to town and to be his Valentine.

Every year, Lily said no.

But this year? This was going to be different. He could feel it. Lily had been less hostile the last few months, even so much as cracking a smile at a joke he had made in their charms class when they’d been partnered together last week. “She’s into me, mate. She’s just trying to play it cool.” James insisted, looking down the table in the great hall to see the girl chatting happily to Marlene. 

“Good luck, you big twit,” Sirius said, a look of fondness on his face as he reached over to fluff James’ hair up. James stood after, gathering the chocolates and tables in hand before giving a playful bow. “Gentlemen, a lady awaits my proposal,” he nodded, tipping an invisible hat on his head and getting an eyeroll from Remus on the otherside of the table. 

As he turned, he could hear the three of his mates placing various bets. Ten galleons if Lily kicked or hexed him, apparently. 

Good to know they believed in him. But James would show them. 

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Headcanons: 

• James has been infatuated with Lily since the first time he saw her. • He’s got a lovely barn owl named Rapier  • Loves muggle disco music Anything of importance: Nope