Post by James Potter on Aug 27, 2005 10:17:31 GMT -5
Even the doorstep of the estate that James Potter and his parents were currently standing on was outstandingly large for a doorstep. The stony walls making the house look as if it were some legendary castle, and the inside was just as magnificent…if kept clean, that is. James’ own home was rather large, a few house elves running around here and there, but it did not compare to this place. James should know, he had been in the house many times before. The dark, dreary estate on a Muggle street, 12 Grimmauld Place was where he and his small family was at the current moment. In other words, the house of his best mate, Sirius Black.
The reason for being at the house of which they were despised at, a party, for pureblood families, Mister Black’s fiftieth birthday. And the Potters knew that the Blacks only invited them to their pureblood bashes because of that, the fact that the Potters were a perfectly respectable, pureblood family. Not to mention, one of the wealthier wizarding lines in the area. If they weren’t rich and pureblood, the Blacks would have nothing to do with them for several reasons. Firstly, most of the Potter line was enrolled into Gryffindor house at Hogwarts, most of the Blacks were the same, albeit, their bloodline regarded the Slytherin house. {James can proudly say that his best friend is an exception to the otherwise true statement.} The Blacks were all about cleanliness of their pure blood, and the inferiority of muggleborns, or even half bloods. As, they didn’t have the Blacks’ pure blood. Their roots had filthy muggle scum in it. The Potters only viewed the mixing of Muggles and Wizards as humans. Wizards could do magic, Muggles couldn’t. It was not your fault that you were born to two Muggles. How could you help that? But anyway, I digress. The point is, the Blacks didn’t really want the Potters there, but out of good mannering, they had to invite them.
And the Potters, too, only accepted this invitation out of good manners to their fellow wizarding family. This party was going to filled with Slytherins, purebloods, people who would talk to other people behind the Potters’ backs saying ‘Why are /they/ here?’ or something like ‘Filthy blood traitors.’ But James, actually, couldn’t care less. With Sirius there, he was bound to have a good time anyway. Not to mention, there were several Slytherins there to toy around with, to anger and frustrate. Perhaps Snivelly Snape was even on the guest list. Just maybe…but let’s not get our hopes up. Plus, that one cousin of his, Andromeda, she seemed pretty cool, and she wasn’t a Slytherin either. Of course, James had seen Andy around the school, heard her name from Sirius. He looked forward to actually /meeting/ her directly today. Though, if Lily Evans were there James would have a better than good time…James would do anything for Lily Evans to be there, but he knew she wouldn’t be. As Evans was one of those Muggleborns that the Blacks frowned upon.
But let’s return to the present times, shall we?
Mrs. Annabelle Potter was fidgeting with James’ messy raven locks of hair, licking her fingers and attempting to straighten some sticky up locks so they lay down firmly against his head. “Jamesie, dear, can’t you at least try to keep your hair tidy?”
The inquiry earned Annabelle a heavy sigh and a roll of his hazel eyes from James, and a hearty chuckle from Mr. Clarence Potter, who also had that messy hair, though, he somehow managed to keep it from monstering out into a messy mop of locks at the top of his head. “I’ve tried to,” James said, a pure lie, he loved his hair messy, it looked as if it were windblown, as if he had just gotten off his broom. “But it just stays up like that.”
They were late to this, the party started, who knows when ago. But little did the Potter parental figures know that James had stalled them, pretending as if he was having problems finding a suit that fit. In truth, James’ most classy and expensive black suit fit his lanky figure perfectly, but if you know James, you also know his number one rule when it comes to parties, even stupid Slytherin parties. ‘To be late, is to be on time.’ Only the losers and the overly anxious arrive to parties, dances, and other events like that on time. And let me assure you, James Potter was nothing /close/ to a loser, or overly anxious.
A knock on the door quickly led to a greeting, an obviously forced smile, and a quick snatch of a small wrapped box {consisting of a gold pendant and an equally gold male’s ring}. And then, he was in. The large estate, was full up, if that was possible, or at least the first floor of it was. People just were everywhere. Pureblooded, stuck up people. And James, nodding his head to his mother after asking if he could go and find Sirius, slowly turned away from his parents and started pushing through the crowd, shoving people out of the way, anything to make a clear path to…anywhere. But preferably to Sirius. The kitchen wouldn’t be too bad a place, either, come to think of it. Hazel eyes scanned the area over and over again from behind somewhat lopsided spectacles. Sooner rather than later, James found himself nearing a wall, running out of people to push out of the way. His eyes had still not found Sirius quite yet, but he did find another…interesting persona. Definitely not a pureblood. Jason Pattew, fellow Gryffindor. James cocked his head to the side as he continued to walk, his head turned to look at Jason and not the direction that he was walking in, and wondered how Jason could have made it into this party. James would have never thought that /he/ out of all people could sneak in to a Black bash. Surprising.
Crash.
Muffled mumbling from James, and a gradually stiffening posture.
Ouch, apparently James had run into somebody, or something. James turned his head the right direction to look at what he had run into, and found that he was inches away from a wall. So, James Potter had run into a wall, eh? Well, no problem, we can just shrug this off, can’t we? Smirking some as James hesistantly looked around, keeping his confident aura up, he ran his fingers through his already extremely messy hair with ease, rumpling it even more, when his hazel depths finally caught on to the figure James had been dying to see. Best of all, Sirius was right next to him, no more walking. Though, that also meant that Sirius had also seen James run into a wall…but that’s nothing. What’s done is done, right?”
And next to Sirius was that one cousin that James was enthralling himself to meet properly at last. Andromeda. “’Lo, Sirius,” James said, his tone triumphant, as if he had not done anything that the average human would think was embarrassing. “Andromeda.” He finished greeting, his hands slinking into his suit pockets as his stiffened posture began to relax back into his normal ‘cocky, cool, and confident’ stature. “I’ve only been here five minutes and already see the need to torture some of the people here. I don’t know how you live with that family of yours,” he stated with a literal shudder, his hazel eyes dancing mischievously behind his metal rimmed glasses.
{Blaaaaaaah. >.>}
The reason for being at the house of which they were despised at, a party, for pureblood families, Mister Black’s fiftieth birthday. And the Potters knew that the Blacks only invited them to their pureblood bashes because of that, the fact that the Potters were a perfectly respectable, pureblood family. Not to mention, one of the wealthier wizarding lines in the area. If they weren’t rich and pureblood, the Blacks would have nothing to do with them for several reasons. Firstly, most of the Potter line was enrolled into Gryffindor house at Hogwarts, most of the Blacks were the same, albeit, their bloodline regarded the Slytherin house. {James can proudly say that his best friend is an exception to the otherwise true statement.} The Blacks were all about cleanliness of their pure blood, and the inferiority of muggleborns, or even half bloods. As, they didn’t have the Blacks’ pure blood. Their roots had filthy muggle scum in it. The Potters only viewed the mixing of Muggles and Wizards as humans. Wizards could do magic, Muggles couldn’t. It was not your fault that you were born to two Muggles. How could you help that? But anyway, I digress. The point is, the Blacks didn’t really want the Potters there, but out of good mannering, they had to invite them.
And the Potters, too, only accepted this invitation out of good manners to their fellow wizarding family. This party was going to filled with Slytherins, purebloods, people who would talk to other people behind the Potters’ backs saying ‘Why are /they/ here?’ or something like ‘Filthy blood traitors.’ But James, actually, couldn’t care less. With Sirius there, he was bound to have a good time anyway. Not to mention, there were several Slytherins there to toy around with, to anger and frustrate. Perhaps Snivelly Snape was even on the guest list. Just maybe…but let’s not get our hopes up. Plus, that one cousin of his, Andromeda, she seemed pretty cool, and she wasn’t a Slytherin either. Of course, James had seen Andy around the school, heard her name from Sirius. He looked forward to actually /meeting/ her directly today. Though, if Lily Evans were there James would have a better than good time…James would do anything for Lily Evans to be there, but he knew she wouldn’t be. As Evans was one of those Muggleborns that the Blacks frowned upon.
But let’s return to the present times, shall we?
Mrs. Annabelle Potter was fidgeting with James’ messy raven locks of hair, licking her fingers and attempting to straighten some sticky up locks so they lay down firmly against his head. “Jamesie, dear, can’t you at least try to keep your hair tidy?”
The inquiry earned Annabelle a heavy sigh and a roll of his hazel eyes from James, and a hearty chuckle from Mr. Clarence Potter, who also had that messy hair, though, he somehow managed to keep it from monstering out into a messy mop of locks at the top of his head. “I’ve tried to,” James said, a pure lie, he loved his hair messy, it looked as if it were windblown, as if he had just gotten off his broom. “But it just stays up like that.”
They were late to this, the party started, who knows when ago. But little did the Potter parental figures know that James had stalled them, pretending as if he was having problems finding a suit that fit. In truth, James’ most classy and expensive black suit fit his lanky figure perfectly, but if you know James, you also know his number one rule when it comes to parties, even stupid Slytherin parties. ‘To be late, is to be on time.’ Only the losers and the overly anxious arrive to parties, dances, and other events like that on time. And let me assure you, James Potter was nothing /close/ to a loser, or overly anxious.
A knock on the door quickly led to a greeting, an obviously forced smile, and a quick snatch of a small wrapped box {consisting of a gold pendant and an equally gold male’s ring}. And then, he was in. The large estate, was full up, if that was possible, or at least the first floor of it was. People just were everywhere. Pureblooded, stuck up people. And James, nodding his head to his mother after asking if he could go and find Sirius, slowly turned away from his parents and started pushing through the crowd, shoving people out of the way, anything to make a clear path to…anywhere. But preferably to Sirius. The kitchen wouldn’t be too bad a place, either, come to think of it. Hazel eyes scanned the area over and over again from behind somewhat lopsided spectacles. Sooner rather than later, James found himself nearing a wall, running out of people to push out of the way. His eyes had still not found Sirius quite yet, but he did find another…interesting persona. Definitely not a pureblood. Jason Pattew, fellow Gryffindor. James cocked his head to the side as he continued to walk, his head turned to look at Jason and not the direction that he was walking in, and wondered how Jason could have made it into this party. James would have never thought that /he/ out of all people could sneak in to a Black bash. Surprising.
Crash.
Muffled mumbling from James, and a gradually stiffening posture.
Ouch, apparently James had run into somebody, or something. James turned his head the right direction to look at what he had run into, and found that he was inches away from a wall. So, James Potter had run into a wall, eh? Well, no problem, we can just shrug this off, can’t we? Smirking some as James hesistantly looked around, keeping his confident aura up, he ran his fingers through his already extremely messy hair with ease, rumpling it even more, when his hazel depths finally caught on to the figure James had been dying to see. Best of all, Sirius was right next to him, no more walking. Though, that also meant that Sirius had also seen James run into a wall…but that’s nothing. What’s done is done, right?”
And next to Sirius was that one cousin that James was enthralling himself to meet properly at last. Andromeda. “’Lo, Sirius,” James said, his tone triumphant, as if he had not done anything that the average human would think was embarrassing. “Andromeda.” He finished greeting, his hands slinking into his suit pockets as his stiffened posture began to relax back into his normal ‘cocky, cool, and confident’ stature. “I’ve only been here five minutes and already see the need to torture some of the people here. I don’t know how you live with that family of yours,” he stated with a literal shudder, his hazel eyes dancing mischievously behind his metal rimmed glasses.
{Blaaaaaaah. >.>}