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Post by James Potter on Sept 18, 2009 23:15:33 GMT -5
School had just begun, and the crisp autumn air was slowly creeping up on the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a breezy day that James decided to spend his free time out in the courtyard. He sat on one of the stone benches near a tree, with a book open in his lap. While one hand held down the fluttering pages, the other held up his wand. The wind was making it very difficult to get any studying done. He grumbled as he watched a swirl of dried leaves blow around the almost deserted grassy square.
Most of the students were either in the Great Hall, taking their time with their Saturday lunch, or they were up in the library finishing a nasty essay one of the teachers assigned them. Lucky for James he always had to be ahead of things, and already had all of his homework completed. For a moment, his mind drifted off wondering what Penny was up to. She was probably perfecting every last inch of her homework. James chuckled to himself. That was one of her quirks that he admired most.
A persistent gust of wind brought James' mind back to his work. He had to get this one spell perfected. It didn't matter that it was for the next week's lesson. He wanted to have it down, so he didn't have to worry about it later. His wand pointed at a little bird who was hopping around aimlessly under another one of the trees in the courtyard. What a great target that was... James found it hard to keep his focus on the bopping creature. He thought hard about the spell, it was nonverbal, as he aimed his wand at the bird. At the last minute the bird scurried out of the way, and his spell hit a patch of grass, turning it into a pile of pillows. James sighed. At least the spell worked on the grass. But the important thing was transforming an animal into something, because that was a much harder task. James reverted his spell, returning the grass to normal, then relaxed for a bit.
His hair was blowing all over and there were a few bits of leaves stuck in his hair. James couldn't work in this kind of situation. Perhaps he could go inside and torture someone's cat to practice his transfiguration. It had been a few days since James had seen his own cat anyway. Besides, even if he did find Arnold, he wouldn't want to turn him into anything. James plopped his book shut and set it down next to him on the bench. Maybe he'd get back to the spell later. Right then he just didn't feel like fighting the windy weather. There he sat instead, just twirling his wand between his fingers.
WORDS: 509
TAGS: Scorpius
COMMENTS: Not much. James is being a dork, like normal.
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Sept 21, 2009 18:34:18 GMT -5
There was a lot that Scorpius should be doing, including research and a timeline for his history class, but his mind was whirling with the first week's events. Focusing on homework wasn't likely to be a big success, so he'd wandered the halls until the allure of the chilling autumn wind pulled him outside. Now, walking with one hand in his pocket, his thoughts didn't stray from the past week. As always, the first-years gave him backwards glances and a wide berth, but after six years, that just didn't get to him anymore. Those little twerps could think whatever they bloody well pleased. Of course, everyone else pretty much knew that he wasn't some cold-blooded, heartless fiend, but they also always seemed to forget that no matter how much he looked like Draco, he was not his father.
With a long, drawn out sigh, Scorpius slipped his hand out of his pocket and was about to head back inside when movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. Someone was sitting on one of the various benches in the courtyard. That wasn't abnormal or anything, but he did find it a little odd that whoever it was seemed to be intently watching a little bluebird hop about in the grass. Not many people were avid bird watchers, especially from that close up, but it was a Gryffindor. With that lot, anything was possible.
Just out of curiosity, he meandered closer until the other wizard became clear. Ah. James Potter. Now things made sense. He was probably out here working on some spell or potion or something. Always the overachiever, James had to be ahead of everyone else. At least, that's the way Scorpius saw it. A few seconds passed, agonizingly boring, and then 'poof', a clump of grass suddenly sprouted stitches and plumped up with stuffing. Where there used to be emerald blades was now a pile of soft, pillows. That was certainly a unique spell, not one that he'd ever seen before. Of course, the whole bird-watching thing made sense now. The bird had been his target.
Malfoy sneered, his gray eyes glinting with amusement as he finally decided to near the other. James' trick of twirling his wand was almost more impressive than the spell itself, but that was probably just Scorpius being a narrow-viewed jerk. Unfortunately, he couldn't come up with any biting remarks. The chaos of the first week was still clouding his mind. Pulling out his own wand, he cast a rather familiar spell on James, quietly uttering the word expelliarmus uder his breath. Of course, it was only meant to make Potter's wand fly out of his hand. More or less, he just wanted to be a pain in the ass. "Oh. Whoops. I was aiming for the bird," Scorpius coldly mocked. Word Count: 472Notes: Eeek. My post was terrible. Sorry! |
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Post by James Potter on Sept 24, 2009 19:45:31 GMT -5
It happened so abruptly that James barely had time to react. His wand flew out of his hand and landed with a soft clunk on the grass a bit of ways away from him. Looking away from his disarmed wand, he saw the figure of Scorpius Malfoy standing there with a sneer.
James gave a glare. It was something he would expect from a Malfoy. Harry had the same problems with Draco when he was in school, now James had to deal with the spawn of evil, himself. "You don't have to be such a smarmy git, Malfoy," he grumbled as he hurried away from his seat to retrieve his wand. James didn't put it away once he picked it up; he held it at the ready.
The two boys had an odd relationship. There were times of bickering, fighting, teasing, dueling, and so forth. But now everything seemed so much more harsh. Not only did James want to harm him in a physical sense, but he tried to think of any witty comment he could to degrade the blond. They weren't just rude remarks anymore, they turned into nasty daggers intended to hurt as deep as possible. In a way though, James felt sorry for the bloody twit. It wasn't his fault that his dad was a complete arse and raised his son to be one.
"Don't you have anything better to do than make others miserable?" James asked coldly. Sure, all Malfoy did was disarm him, but James was right tired of this nonsense. One didn't just use expelliarmus on an unsuspecting target like that. "Wait, I forgot. You have no friends to keep you company. Too bad you don't even have croonies like your slimy dad did to have your back." James took a quick glance over to his book that was still sitting idly on the bench. Worried that Malfoy would try something, or steal it, James did the nonverbal spell of Accio causing the book to fly right into his arms. His stance was now strong and tall, and unafraid of Malfoy. James was proud of who he was and wasn't going to take crap from him any longer. The wind continued to whip around as James held himself steadily.
WORDS: 418
TAGS: Scorpius
COMMENTS: Don't mess with a Gryffindor. Make them angry and you get their fiery attitude full force. 
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Sept 27, 2009 16:13:51 GMT -5
You don't have to be such a smarmy git, Malfoy. The statement fell on deaf ears. Scorpius didn't much care what James thought of him, but then, he didn't really care what anyone thought. A chuckle sliced through the air as James stood glaring at him, wand up and ready for any sort of misfortune that might occur.This is how things normally went. A few biting retorts here and there, and maybe a scuffle, but nothing serious. Potter and Malfoy weren't exactly enemies, per say, but they certainly weren't friends. Except, something was a bit off about James today. Maybe he was just imagining it, but Scorpius was almost positive that his glare was more chilling than usual.
Backing up his idea that something just wasn't right, Potter's next remark cut right to the quick, not that Scorpius would ever let it show. "Wait, I forgot. You have no friends to keep you company. Too bad you don't even have croonies like your slimy dad did to have your back." The Slytherin's lip twitched and his nostrils flared. One fist was clenched at his side, while the other was tightly curled around his wand, but other than those few tel-tale signs of anger, he remained as calm as ever. A smile even formed on his long, ashen face. It was amusing that James would have time to think of such an insult, or perhaps he was more quick-witted than Scorpius had ever given him credit for. "I'm impressed, Potter. I didn't think you're small brain could comprehend such a large sentence, but even you should know that friends are a weakness. Surely you've heard of how your mother was used by the Dark Lord, or did it slip your mind that she'd turned on your father?"
His charcoal gray eyes landed on the book that was laying upon the stone bench. Wouldn't it just be the height of fun to steal it? James would probably fail his class and be stuck here yet another long year. As the very idea rolled around in his thoughts, Scorpius smirked, but before he could even make a move, Potter had the book in his clutches. Well, if that didn't just beat it all. A perfectly good plan was now ruined. Sighing, he twirled his wand in his fingers, then squared his shoulder and stared head-on at the Potter. The blond was a good four inches taller, but he had none of the aggression with which James held himself. For Scorpius, this was all just a game. Maybe Potter had finally had enough. In that case, this was going to be more fun than he'd originally thought. "Now what's this, afraid I'm going to take your book? What is it, your diary or something?" Calm, cool, collected. It described Malfoy in every way, but at the moment, Potter was being exceedingly irritating. In fact, Scorpius' condescending smirk had been wiped clean off his face. Word Count: 475Notes: Sorry that took so long. |
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Post by James Potter on Sept 30, 2009 17:33:50 GMT -5
"I'm impressed, Potter. I didn't think your small brain could comprehend such a large sentence, but even you should know that friends are a weakness. Surely you've heard of how your mother was used by the Dark Lord, or did it slip your mind that she'd turned on your father?"
It was a miracle that James' wand didn't snap in half, that's how tightly he was gripping it. His scowl got more pronounced, which sadly wasn't a good look for the Gryffindor. No one knew the truth about what happened with his parents. No one. James hated how twisted the story had gotten. But there was nothing he could do about it. He wondered how his parents even dealt with it all...
"Now what's this, afraid I'm going to take your book? What is it, your diary or something?"
That was it. James' composure was ready to break apart. He was tired of Malfoy pushing him around. What made him so much better than anyone else? Because his dad was the right hand man of the most notorious dark wizard of all time? That should be something to be ashamed of.
"Piss off, Malfoy, before I hex you into next week," James said scathingly. His wand was held a little higher now, with a few spells waiting on the tip of his tongue. But he also had another trick up his sleeve, a great advantage over the blond git. James was quite sharp with his nonverbal spells. He could fire one off quicker than someone could apparate halfway across the world.
"Don't give me a reason to do it," this time he growled. This wasn't one of his best weeks. The good weather was slipping away, and he hadn't seen Penny in ages. Not to mention the fact the his cousin Lucy had a boyfriend and his baby sister was voicing her independence. He was hanging by a thread. Malfoy was just about to break him. There was boiling underneath his skin, a fiery explosion waiting to happen.
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TAGS: Scorp
COMMENTS: ---
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Oct 13, 2009 7:10:50 GMT -5
This was all too amusing to quit now. He'd never seen James so worked up, an the look, stony eyed and cruel didn't suit the Gryffindor in the least. The tight lipped scowl was countered by Scorpius' unchanging indifference to the Potter's anger. The smug sneer staining his pale features remained and the cold glint in his charcoal gray eyes was as icy as ever. To him, this was just another day. In fact, it was turning out to be better than normal. Getting James into such a snappy mood was somewhat of an accomplishment.
"Piss off, Malfoy, before I hex you into next week."
A mocking brow was arched at the order, or more suggestion, from James. Sure, the Gryffindor was quicker with spells, and quite a bit more advanced as well, but he didn't have the affinity for it that Scorpius did. The Slytherin had been born for moments like this. Dark magic and hexes coursed through the blood in every vein of his body.
"Don't give me a reason to do it."
Scorpius curled his fingers even tighter around his wand. There was a very slim chance that he may be able to fire off a sloppy spell before James had the chance to cast anything, but it wasn't a gamble that he was really willing to take. As much as he despised the fact, Potter was a year older and knew more powerful spells. Of course, this was all in good fun, at least to Scorpius. "Come on now, James, we both know you don't have the guts to start anything." The smooth quality to his voice was irritatingly smug. Before, he'd been the essence of calm, but ever so slowly, a nervous energy was creeping up on him. "Cowardice seems to run in the family."
The deep rooted despise that Malfoy held for his own father prompted the attacks on James' family. It wasn't actually as personal as it sounded. Despite the whole Malfoy-Potter feud, Scorpius liked to believe he was stuck somewhere in the middle, neither good or bad, just there to watch... and now make things worse between the families. He didn't often go running around, trying to make one of the Potters' days worse, and he hadn't been today. If anything, he was taking out the day's events on James. All the backward glances and spiteful comments from the first-years was enough to spike anyone's irritation. |
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Post by James Potter on Oct 15, 2009 22:45:08 GMT -5
There were so many other places James wish he could be right then. It was aggravating that Scorpius had to come along and interrupt his day by badgering him. James didn't know why he was feeling so angry about it all. Maybe seven years of nasty remarks were finally doing him in. The next remark really set him off. James? Not have any guts? His demeanor faltered slightly, typical reaction of his. His whole life was spent making people disappointed when they realized he wasn't spectacular like his father. Comments like those from Scorpius hit home with the thing James was so self conscious about. Then the jab at his family... James would make an angry hippogriff look like a pygmy puff right about now.
James knew for a fact that every adult in his family was anything but a coward. They all fought in the war against Voldemort. His grandparents fought in both wars. The courage that ran in his family, ran through James' own veins. He only wished he could find it. Why else would he have been put into Gryffindor.
It was James' own self consciousness that normally walled him in from being who he truly should be. James knew he had the ability to stick up for himself, it just seemed that his anxiety always won. Too many years of disappointing people would do that to a person. But now, standing up against Scorpius was starting to tear down that wall brick by brick.
How was he supposed to go about this situation, though? Hex him? Break his nose? James didn't think he had the strength to take a swing at Malfoy. In comparison, Malfoy was at least half a foot taller than James, and probably much more fit considering he played Quidditch. James' advantage would be with spells, but that could land him in a load of trouble. Unless no one found out...
"I don't have the time for you," James grumbled while lowering his wand a tad. "You're just a waste of space, like your father. Never amounted to anything except a failure."
He was raging inside now. The Potter-Malfoy feud alive and well within him. Oh how he wanted to hex Scorpius' head up his arse. James considered just walking away, but he couldn't. This time he would stand his ground. Perhaps with a bit of a feinting maneuver. James made a move to turn away, his face reflecting disgust. Instead of continuing to leave, James whipped himself around and pointed his wand square at Malfoy's chest. In his mind he called the much practiced nonverbal version of Stupefy!, producing a red jet of light heading straight for his enemy.
James wasn't one much for fighting or dueling, except when it came to his brother. Every so often he might fire off a spell at someone for a bit of a joke. But never before had he been so enraged that he just wanted to hurt someone. In a way, it scared him. But it was too late now. Unfortunately the combined fiery attitudes of his mother and father had somehow managed to get passed down into him. Only when seriously provoked did it show its evil little head.
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TAGS: Malfoy
COMMENTS: Sorry it took me a bit.
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Post by Scorpius Malfoy on Nov 23, 2009 13:33:14 GMT -5
ooc: Finally working on a reply ^^
So sorry it's taken me over a month (yikes!) to post, but theater and debate have reall been bogging me down
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