The people have  gone bloody mad! I keep seeing flags and PAINT!

I feel so lost. AND I WANT ATTENTION!

[ooc: strike out are gone: okay, so >> my internet was down for the most part of the week so, let's say that James didn't exsist on the 'what might have been day' and he's been sleepong most of the week. SO, he has no idea what's happening in the ( Read more... )

BLOOD?!?!

I'm no bloody VAMPIRE! I don't drink blood! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!

Ruddy city with its bloody curses...

...This City Blows!

My Stag Party was bloody brilliant!

The Marauders are the best!

Half way through the party, the city was hit with those bloody curses and it was flying!

Padfoot, Moony, you blokes are the best mates a guy could have

The flying's fun and all, but I think I'll stick to my broom...

...I miss quidditch

[occ: strikeouts are private...you don't see them. Don' ( Read more... )

At last! I have returned.

Sorry my love, and my Marauders...I hope you survived without me for this time past.

But no worries, James Potter is back in action!

Now, where's my snitch? 

Let me start by saying, yay; the last curse skipped me. It was rather funny watching Padfoot die all day and come back randomly...

...what kind of odd magic is that?

Anyway, the bloody Slytherins have invaded the city. When I thought that this blasted place was bad enough:

*Curses
*Sons who hide the horrible future from you
*Crazy girls who call ( Read more... )

Did I ever mention how bloody much I love the snow?

Granted, quiddich is much more difficult in said conditions... but my skill cannot be set aside by POWDER! So, it doesn't matter.

Besides, the cool white glory of the snow is well worth the efforts.

And the Marauders throw a mean snowball fight. I challenge ANYONE!

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This-ow stupid city-ow!

For some reason-ow I touch things and-Ahhhhh

I HATE-owwwww this bloody city!-oww!

[ooc: James doesn't know what electricity is, nor what runs off of it; so he will continue to touch things and get shocked. He's a bit slow.]

I am bloody bored

I'm cold, tired, bored and lonely

I miss my Marauders

Evans...

...thanks

[ooc: Strikeouts deleted]

Well mates,

I know I haven't been the greatest friend, I guess...I'm sorry. But what I saw, really scared me.

We HAVE to find a way home.

[ooc: strike outs deleted. James has yet to go to the flat. He doesn't know what to do.]

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!

I HATE this city.

[ooc: James went home last night. Let's just say he left quickly and stayed away]