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James S. Potter
01 April 2008 @ 09:25 am
Woke up this morning to find black eye completely gone. Hooray. No more artful hair arrangement needed in order to look at all presentable. Considerable relief.

Not as worried about Eden as I thought I would be. She's made of tough stuff.

Speaking of stuff that's tough, Al really needs to remove stick from his arse. Something is going on there, and if I cared I'd be trying to find out what.

It's been months and parents still haven't owled. Awesome. Either they now consider me old enough to ignore humiliating public antics or Dad has roped Mum into his campaign to Not Read the Paper Because It's All Lies Anyway. Both sound like good options. At any rate, Al now sulking because I can get away with fighting and he can't, no matter how much I point out that at least I had a valid REASON for punching Jason the fuckwit and he's just a homophobic sheep. Baa.

Meanwhile, NEWTs in less than 10 weeks. Saw whole group of seventh year Hufflepuffs sobbing over Arithmancy this morning.

Wish Eden was here. Need something relaxing to do.
James S. Potter
16 January 2008 @ 12:30 am
I've had a sort of mad idea. Well, people will say that it's mad, but it doesn't seem like it to me. It makes sense. I've just got to bribe someone into figuring out how exactly to go about it.

I want to be there for her. No matter what it takes.
James S. Potter
24 December 2007 @ 08:30 am
Shite shite shite...

Who was I to ever think I could manage to live in a wardrobe?? I didn't even like being in here during hide and seek. I'm trying to figure out a way I can blame my dad for my claustrophobia as well, but short of the usual one, it doesn't really calculate. If he'd have been holding my hand... ah, but it's not like he could help that.

I'm disappointed that my tenure in the smallest space ever to exist has resulted only in this considerably soft outlook.

I have to get out of here... I just do. Even the bedroom seems too small now, and it's twice the size of mine at home. I need some real air.
James S. Potter
21 November 2007 @ 06:50 pm
Finally got out of the hospital wing today. Bloody hell, I had a broken arm and some bruises, that's all, but she treats me like I threw myself off the top of the Astronomy tower.

Ordered extra practice till the end of term, especially for the Beaters. Kallie was really, really brilliant: the only thing is, she knows it. Al did good too. I told him, but he didn't seem to be paying much attention, the prat. Can't even take a compliment nowadays, I dunno. I wonder if anyone really knows what's up with my little brother, because I certainly don't.

Lily was magnificent, for all she made me look like a total idiot. Since Mum and Dad trained both of us, she knows all my moves, which doesn't help. All in all, the Ravenclaws basically have a very good side. At this rate we'll end up playing them in the cup game, so long as we beat Slytherin squarely and run Hufflepuff into the ground (cross fingers). Anyway, I'm the one going to Mum's coaching thing over the hols, so perhaps I might gain an advantage.

I'm thinking about this too much.

I should be thinking about NEWTs.

At least I'm not thinking about Eden.
James S. Potter
04 November 2007 @ 11:02 pm
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me...
James S. Potter
01 November 2007 @ 09:40 pm

Ahhhhh. My eyes are burning. My ears are burning. My pride in particular is burning like hell. Teddy is going to die. Did his plan even work? No. What's worse, I had to sit in the same room as Blakeney while my sister... faked an orgasm... and my brother licked chocolate sauce off my other brother's stomach... not to mention the other thing.


On the upside, I get to turn eighteen in three days. Nothing better than a birthday to boost one's self-esteem.
James S. Potter
11 October 2007 @ 07:26 pm
Okay, James. It's time to get a grip and turn it around.

I've been miserable the last few weeks. I don't even know why. I knew the girl for one day, or I thought I did. How can I possibily miss something I never even had? It's just stupid.

Maybe I'm just pissed at myself. Teddy, too. It's hard to figure out how I feel about Teddy. I want to say sorry to him... I hate that we left it like that... but honestly, he has about as much to apologise for as I do. I know it gets worse the longer I leave it, but maybe both of us are so stubborn that it's too hard for either of us to make the first move. Or maybe we pushed it so far that it broke, and that's just it. But I'm trying not to think that.

Anyway, I'm not going to think about it anymore. I need to write to mum, but there's nothing to tell her, except that Kallie Wood is now drilling my arse off every other day like her life depended on it. She's a bossy little thing, but she knows what she's talking about.

Al is AWOL. He thinks I haven't noticed.
James S. Potter
29 September 2007 @ 03:58 pm
Oh my god.

James S. Potter
10 August 2007 @ 11:27 am
I'm Head Boy. Bloody Head Boy. I'm never going to hear the end of this.

I want to go back to school, though, regardless. Things are getting really crowded around here. Even communal panic over NEWTs has to be less stressful.
James S. Potter
05 August 2007 @ 01:24 pm

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