Here's a James, kicking around a soccer-ball in the garden, having recently been bored enough to look up muggle sports.
He's having a little success, and takes long shots now and again, trying to aim between two trees or some-such, and is making his way steadily further from the mansion.

Ohhh Snivellus! I believe we have a date?

*holds a bunch of roses for his date*

In the year 2007 I resolve to:
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*just grins* Consider it done!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIDDO

Here, I'd like for you to have this. *He's got a small giftbox with him, inside is a a brass key attached by a ribbon to a coin with a hole in it*

Harry? Harry! Where are you! I need to tell you something...

Haaaarry

Leaving James alone in a room with couches and alcohol is something that shouldn't be done on a regular occasion.
Let it be known that singing is something that James is possibly not as good at as he thinks he is.... The same goes for rhyming.

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*Is rather miffed* Trio of young marauders? Snape was never a marauder! What is going on! Does nobody care about me?
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Typist: He insisted on saying something.

James is asleep. Thank god, some people might say. He's having a dream, and anyone that wanders close enough to the couch that he's stretched across will possibly hear him muttering about frogs and flying and books as well.

Look! It's me!


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