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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 1:29:34 GMT
James’ quidditch season was long over. The Falcons had done alright in their division- made it to the playoffs, even! Unfortunately, they lost their semi-final match to Puddlemere United and ranked below the Wimbourne Wasps, who’d also lost in the semi-finals (to the Chudley Cannons, who, in a miraculous turn of events over the past five years had gone from time again losers to the dominant team in the English league, had won the English Premiere Cup). This placed them fourth in their league for the year. Out of all the teams that the English Premiere League boasted, fourth was nothing to sneeze at. Surely, Adrian Pucey, James’ coach, was not thrilled. James, however, after a day or two of fuming, had quite put the loss behind him and once again began to revel in his newfound fame and fortune.
His level of celebrity had not skyrocketed due to his Quidditch ability alone. Surely, James was one of the best on his team. Given his age, his name was spoken often in the quidditch community (he had been in many a fantasy league’s first-round of drafting). However, the majority of his celebrity was drawn from other areas. Firstly, his family was often a target of attention from a young age. He was Harry-freaking-Potter’s kid. The last name ‘Potter’ in the wizarding world caught attention on its own. Secondly, he was terribly good-looking, in the most genuine and frustrating sort of way (frustrating purely because of his awareness of his good looks and his complete lack of tact in reminding everyone else). Thirdly, James was an attention-seeker by nature; he loved the paparazzi almost as much as they loved him. Everything he did was followed in some fashion; he was just followable. He liked to imbibe, be loud, cause a scene- everything that the media loved to lap up. He never failed to please them.
The latest news was that the on again, off again relationship between him and Calista Warbeck, teen queen and daughter to the famous singer Celestina Warbeck, was currently in the ‘off’ position. These latest whisperings caused more of a stir than the usual musings, as James had been photographed at a party (after some Witch Weekly awards show) very publicly and graphically canoodling with a model from Witch Weekly France (whose name he probably didn’t remember, or possibly know in the first place). Fortunately, James was able to escape the business and business of that scandal and his home on Diagon Alley (seemingly always littered with people looking to photograph or talk to him) in order to see his family. When he went to visit his siblings at Hogwarts, he usually dropped in at Hogsmeade. The Three Broomsticks was the obvious choice- Rosmerta loved him, and he usually got his first butterbeer on the house (though he always tipped her extraordinarily well…he’d been sweet on her since he was thirteen).
After a rousing round of small talk between himself and the barmaid in question, James ducked towards an empty table, sure that his brother, for whom he’d already secured a butterbeer, would appear soon. He amused himself while waiting, however- a small gaggle of girls (fourth of fifth years, by the looks of them) were crooning and whispering in his direction. He grinned and continually winked at them, positively bemused by the small eruption of squeals that rose from them when he did.
tags: @yankees
notes: I JUST INVENTED FANTASY QUIDDITCH
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2013 22:03:12 GMT
Albus couldn’t believe at how busy he had been in his own time with Hogwarts. There were so many classes that he had to keep up with home work and as well as being a member of the Quidditch Slytherin team. They may have lost a few games here and there, but their rivalry team was Gryffindor, everyone knew that. If they lost to Gryffindor every one of the members felt it, and Albus did especially since he had failed to capture the snitch before the other team had and he’d always remember those plays as they were forever left in his mind. How could the supposed famous harry potter’s son loose? Well it was quiet obvious, one he wasn’t perfect where he could win every game but he tried his hardest. The Slytherin team spent many hours of training and it killed a good chunk of his free time where he could not spend it with his friends.
But this time was different he was going to visit his brother who he hadn’t seen in awhile either. He had come in his street clothes so he could try to blend in with the crowd. Of course that was easier said than done, Albus had never gotten used to the celebrity life style that James had enjoyed. Even things like simple acknowledgements, was one thing that he wasn’t used to. But on occasions he would hand out his signature to those who really wanted it. The only few items that he had brought with him had included his wand for safety measures, in case anyone tried to pull something funny on the Potter boy, he’d be ready.
It wasn’t long before Albus spotted the familiar cavern that his brother had mentioned, the Three Broom Sticks was a popular joint by the magical community and you would have to be certainly confused or lost in order not to find this. Albus had remembered visiting this place as a child when he was old enough to go on his own and leave Hogwarts while he could be trusted by the professors. He placed his hand on the door that was an entrance to the building and the door opened. There seemed to be quite a few people there already who were busying themselves but it wasn’t hard for Albus to figure out where James was and now they had a chance to catch up again on what they missed out on.
“James. It’s been awhile hasn’t it? You haven’t changed one bit from the looks of things, no surprise there.” Albus said with a partial tease to his brother. He had not meant to cause any harm towards it or hurt his feelings. It had been more of a joke if anything. He pulled up a chair as he sat on one side of his brother but gave him enough room to make it seem like he was taking up his brother’s personal space. That’d be awkward.
“So what’s been going on with my brother since we last spoke?” Albus asked wondering if that was the best way to start the conversation. There was nothing new in Albus’ life, it was pretty much Quidditch, school, homework and then repeat. Albus wasn’t so sure on what the future held for him or what kind of career he should take since his final year of school was approaching fast. He didn’t really want to be an aruror since what had happened in the news all over the magical world. An Auror could be a dangerous job and the death of their uncle had been a big impact to just about everyone.
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