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Post by JAMES IGNOTUS POTTER on Nov 20, 2012 21:12:13 GMT
James was a regular visitor of the hospital wing. Playing quidditch meant being on the end of a lot of injuries both on and off because it wasn't unheard of for opposition (Slytherins) to try and injure him before a game. Obviously because he was the team’s best player. Also pulling pranks sometimes had its setbacks. Once too often something had gone wrong in setting something up and backfired in some way shape or form. And James was a bit of a dueller in the corridors, willing to throw a few hexes at the Slytherins. This year however, the Slytherins were getting to him first. A lot. He might as well be walking around with blood traitor tattooed onto his forehead because everyone knew that's what he was.
He'd made it very clear in the opening feast in the great hall the first night back that he did not approve of the new regime. It had earned him a dozen detentions and he'd spent the first night hanging from his wrists in the dungeons. The marks were still there. James had served many a detention but none had compared to that. He was silently dreading what he might be forced to do or suffer through tomorrow night when he was due to serve his second. But right now his concern lay in the present because he was bleeding, profusely. The Gang of sixth year Slytherins had cornered him and although James eventually fought them off, he took a fair beating in the process. But if this was what he had to go through for standing up for what was right then so be it. He wasn’t going to lay back and let this ‘Dark Lord’ tell him what to do and think. He would go down fighting.
And bleeding apparently. The caretaker was going to have his guts for garters because his probably broken nose was dripping blood all over the corridor floors (the sleeve of his robes was not enough to stem the flow) and there was a nasty gash on his leg (causing him to limp agonizingly slowly to the hospital wing) that was also trickling blood. Not to mention the hems of his robes and shoes were also quite muddy having previously been outside. He couldn’t reach the hospital wing soon enough. He threw his shoulder against the door, pushing it open only to find to his dismay that the place was deserted. He let out a frustrated groan. Where was the nurse or any of the staff when you needed them? There wasn’t even a patient around to ask which in itself was unusual. James felt like something suspicious was going on which wouldn’t be unlikely these days.
He flopped down on one of the beds, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the bedside table and carefully mopping at his nose, cringing at the tenderness. He gingerly lifted his injured leg onto the bed, since he knew enough about injuries to know elevation was key and besides it was aching a lot from the walk here. He leant back against the pillows with a sigh, closing his eyes and wondering how long he’d have to wait. He was just thinking that he had little patience for waiting around when he heard a door click open and he opened his eyes to see who had arrived, praying that it was the nurse.
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Post by ADRIAN MATTHEW NOTT on Dec 27, 2012 4:55:45 GMT
 -----------------------------Adrian was, needless to say, bored out of his mind. The floor of the sixth year dorms were littered with books. Books that he had merely tossed aside after trying to distract himself. It was not working. The black haired boy let out a groan as he tossed himself on his bed. It was going to be one of those days apparently. One of those days where Adrian wanted something. A distraction. Some action. He perked up a bit as a sudden thought occurred to him. Why not go down the halls and corridors to see who’s there? He’ll never know who would be there, waiting for him to torment. A sadist smile appeared on his lips as he got up and started to clean up the place. He tossed his books in his trunk and slammed it shut, locking it securely. It wasn’t as if he had anything of value. Adrian was not stupid enough to trust his mates. Stuff always went missing no matter how good you locked it in the Slytherin dorms. He had learned that the hard way. He did get his prized mini dragon back, thank Merlin, but it came with a price. He remembered walking to the hospital wing that first week, muttering under his breath. Merlin if anyone had seen him it would go straight to his father. And trust me, he would not be that pleased to find out his son had asked for help with an injury.
It wasn’t as if Lucas was a heartless pureblood. Oh no. He loved his children and wanted to see them succeed in life. He loved his two precious daughters and his son. The only son and heir to the family. It was Lucas who had taught him how to look after himself. It was also Lucas who had warned him not to go asking for help. “We are Notts,” He replied simply when Adrian asked him why. “Notts do not ask for help. Even when they are in pain. They suffer through it. Trust me my son, pain would make you stronger and a better man.” His words had instantly clicked into the then young Adrian. No wonder his father had been tough on him. No wonder he had been pushing Adrian to his limits. Ever since then he had worked his hardest trying to please his father. Trying to please his father and the rest of the purebloods wasn’t as easy as some would think it was. He ran a hand through his hair, quiet as he finally paid attention to his surroundings. He pulled himself from his thoughts. There was only a few people mingling around the halls. Most of them were halfbloods. He threw them a glare. To him, halfbloods were only worth half. The only problem was that they had the blasted muggle blood in them somewhere.
Usually it happened on their mother’s side or their father’s. He shook his head, quite disturbed by the direction of his thoughts. No need to dwell on that now, he thought. Adrian was restless. And he wanted to cause trouble. Those two were a very bad combination. He fingered the wand in his pockets as he continued on his way, deciding to leave them alone for now. A few miles down he looked around. The Slytherin was on the floor that held the hospital wing. A thought occurred to him and he perked up even more. He’ll find some victims there for sure. The black haired boy strolled in. At first glanced it appeared empty except for one bed that was occupied. It was another black haired boy. Once he had gotten closer he could see who it was. And why he was lying down. “Potter. What a surprise to see you in here.” He drawled. “Surely this would be the first of many visits for you.” Yes. James Potter would do good. He would do very good for his first victim. [/size] Tagged. Wifey!
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Post by JAMES IGNOTUS POTTER on Jan 6, 2013 20:33:23 GMT
Unfortunately it wasn’t the nurse who entered. It was someone so much more worse than the nurse. If James could’ve picked a list of people to turn up at the hospital wing at this precise moment then the person who had just walked in would have been very, very, near to the bottom. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as an arrogant looking Adrian Nott walked in, looking very much in one, fit and healthy piece. Typical. The place just seemed to be crawling with stinking Slytherins from top to bottom these days. You couldn’t get away from them. Wherever you went there was someone in silver and green robes following you, watching your every step and ready to punish you whether you stepped out of line or not.
James did not have the patience to deal with this today. Not when he was aching all over and in a bad mood. He couldn’t help but let out a groan. Because he knew the chances of Adrian turning around and leaving without a word were less than zero. The Slytherin, as all Slytherins did, would want to put in his two knuts and smirk, and act all high and mighty and sarcastic and rub something or other in his face and James was really getting fed up with being treated like that this year. In the past it had been much easier to laugh off but this year it just made him burn with fury and injustice. Could he not get a minute’s peace? He did not want to have to put up with Adrian. Right now all he wanted to do was get his leg and nose fixed and sleep for a very, very long time.
But of course it was soon made clear that that was not going to happen. James sat up straighter, his hand sneaking into his pocket to grip his wand. He instantly felt a little better knowing it was there and he held onto the smooth, hard wood, already tensed and poised to draw it if needs be. He didn’t have a clue what Adrian would want but chances were it wouldn’t be to stop and have a pleasant bedside chat. He snorted darkly at the younger boy’s comment. ”A surprise? It was your sixth year friends that put me here, Nott.” He gave him a dark glare, pulling every ounce of hatred he felt for the Slytherin and everything he stood for into his expression. If looks could kill, Adrian Nott would be dying a very slow, very painful death right now.
”Come to try and finish their job have you? Typical cowardly Slytherins ganging up on one person but you can come alone since I’m already injured is that it?” He held up the bloody wad of tissues, indicating his nose but he didn’t bother pointing out his injured leg. He didn’t want to show Adrian just how much of an advantage he would have should he decide to start pulling punches. Or to be more accurate, throwing curses. ”Or have you got all your other death eater pals lurking around here as well?” James couldn’t help but feel a tiny slice of fear cut through him at his own words. He didn’t fancy having to do more fighting again. He was still recovering from the last time. ”You’ve had your little gloat, so now you can shove off and leave me alone.” James demanded angrily, knowing that it wasn’t all that likely that Adrian would do as he said but he wasn’t going to lie down and take it.
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Post by ADRIAN MATTHEW NOTT on Jan 31, 2013 4:12:39 GMT
----------------------------- The smirk that had been on his face ever since he walked into the hospital wing grew. It started to become more menacing and more threatening. His whole posture became that of a proud pureblood that had found the gold. The gold had to be a blood traitor and the Head Boy to boot. He sneaked his hand in his pocket, fingering his wand. The black haired boy seemed a bit relaxed when his fingers made contact with the wood. He wanted to be assured that he would be able to draw it out quickly. Adrian was not a fool to be walking around Hogwarts without his wand. He had learned that mistake the hard way. He was in his second year and his schedule was back to back classes. Unfortunally he was running late and had left his wand lying on the bed side table. He could not help but to wince at the beating his father had given him during that Christmas break. He was a Nott and a pureblood. The first general rule was to make sure you always had your wand. Merlin only knows who would end up as a victim or who you would end up crossing. He ran a hand through his hair as he stared down at the boy who was a year older than he was.
Adrian had found it thrilling that he had been given less rights as a blood traitor. It meant that he could do things to him that he wouldn’t even dream of doing all those years ago. Frankly, it was time for revenge. And Adrian was going to do it right. He quirked an eyebrow slightly at the groan and couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Potter, I have the feeling you are not finding delight in my company. Perhaps I should force the feeling back into you don’t you think?” He mused as he slowly pulled out his wand. He was amused. It was hard keeping a straight and neutral face when it was one of his worst enemies in the wing. “No wonder they started jeering the minute they entered the common room. Fortunally I had needed the distraction or otherwise I would have gone crazy being completely bored out of my mind Potter.” He drawled, twirling his wand in between his fingers. His black eyes never once left the seventh year. “I’m sure you noticed that you had it coming. Thinking that you were an exception because you were picked Head Boy. For whatever reason I don’t even know but the Mudblood loving Headmaster must have been desperate enough don’t you think?”
Yes. It was a very good thing that he had decided to leave the common room when he did. He could take out all of his frustrations on James. He was looking forward to that indeed. He was relaxed and very much so amused right now. “You know Potter, you don’t know a single thing about the Slytherins. Most of us don’t finish one another’s job when it comes to these types of situations. We don’t interfere and we certainly don’t help. It’s the way of the world and the first year Slytherins must learn that as well. We do roam in groups but that’s it.” His voice had grown dangerously soft. His eyes were glittering like cold stones. Merlin was Potter ever going to pay for his remark. “It’s every pureblood for himself out there. I’m sure people like you would not understand. Disgusting blood traitors. It’s people like you that have bad reputations for people like me. I should be glad not everyone thinks that purebloods are blood traitors. We run the school now Potter so I would watch what I say if I were you. Who knows what I’ll end up doing.” His small rant over Adrian strolled up to the bed. His hand was itching to slap the living daylights out of him.
This was a side to Adrian Nott that most people don’t get to see. A side that Adrian liked to refer to as his hard headed side. All of his feelings were replaced with anger and power as he towered over the bed. He had a hungry look on his face as he gazed down at his victim. “I am going to make you regret those words Potter. You’ll be begging for my mercy at the end of it.” He snorted darkly. “Leave you alone? That’s impossible. You see I’m already beginning to warm up so be a nice little traitor and play along why don’t you?” He raised his wand and attempted at sending a stinging hex to his way. James would soon learn not to mess with someone like Adrian. Even though the latter was a year younger he was still a pureblood and he had more rights than this pathetic excuse for a human being that was lying on the hospital bed and throwing insults like there was no tomorrow. [/size] Tagged. Wifey!
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Post by JAMES IGNOTUS POTTER on Feb 3, 2013 13:08:58 GMT
It became very clear very early on that Adrian was not going to be leaving anytime soon. Just the younger boy’s action of sneaking his hand into his pocket to grasp his wand showed that James was right in thinking from the off that Adrian was definitely going to take advantage of the situation and try and cause James some pain. There was a very small chance he was bluffing, on another day in another time when there was less chance of the Slytherin getting away with duelling then James would say bluffing was highly likely; the Slytherins mostly were all talk and no trousers as James had learned over the years. But this year was different; this year Adrian would probably win house points for showing the blood traitor who was boss. And so the very action set James on edge. Had he not suffered enough today already?
There was no point trying to reason with him though so he just gritted his teeth together and glared. The glare only became stronger when Adrian responded with words. He also pulled out his wand but James didn't react. A reaction was what he wanted and there was no way on this earth that he was scared of Nott even if he was injured and tired and really would prefer not to have to fight, he wasn't scared. "So you're going to get your kicks by trying to torture me? Note I said 'try' there Nott because I've seen you duel and quite honestly pal you couldn't hit the side of a barn." He smiled, tone light hearted, because he hoped it would piss him off. Maybe a stupid move in the long run but James wasn't one to think about the consequences in the long run. "Besides I don't think it's possible to get anyone to like you Nott you're company really is dull, I'd rather stick pins in my eyes than spend time with you." Again maybe not the wisest move, the last thing he should be doing was giving torture ideas to a power hungry probably slightly psycho Slytherin but it was too late now.
James' light heartedness didn’t last for long however. He made a noise of contempt at the term "mudblood" a glower back on his face. "Don't say that word." All the insults in the world James could take but if anyone wanted to make him angry it was by using the term mudblood especially in such a casual manner as Adrian just had. "I think I was made head boy to keep the likes of scum like you under control." There was no playfulness to his voice anymore he was deadly serious about his words. Now all James wanted to do was knock the stupid smirk off the other boy's face and he also drew his wand, sure that an attack was coming soon from one of them. Adrian just had to gloat first.
James had to roll his eyes at the other boy. As if he cared what the Slytherins got up to or how they acted or about their weird social attitudes. They were freaks the lot of them and he doubted any of them had a decent bone in their bodies. ”I know enough to know you’re all cowards the lot of you. That last lot only attacked me because there were four of them and one of me and you’re only going to attack me because I’m injured. Cowards.” He spat back because as someone who considered himself to be a bold, courageous Gryffindor, cowardice was something he could not stand. It was safe to say that James was not heeding Adrian’s words about watching what he was saying and he glared back at him just as hard, making it quite clear that the Slytherin could boast and talk all he liked there was no way that James was going to lie down and take it just because he thought he deserved to be punished for being a blood traitor.
”You’re right, I don’t understand and quite honestly I don’t give a damn about what you think of me. Your opinion means nothing.” The head boy wanted to make it quite clear where his allegiance lay and what his thoughts on Adrian were. If the younger male had some fantasy of making James grovel at his feet then he needed to sort out his life because there was no way that was going to happen ever. He scoffed at his words, defiantly looking up at him, the look on his face was quite plainly enough to tell him that he was definitely not going to play along. ”Blood traitor and proud.” was all he said, gripping his wand tightly. But it wasn’t enough to stop him from repelling Adrian’s attack. The hex hit him square on and he hissed quietly in pain but that was all. He was not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him cry out.
He quickly threw up a shield as he stumbled onto his feet, his injured leg protested but he stood on it firmly. ”Is that all you’ve got? A first year could’ve done better than that. I hardly felt a thing. Stupefy!” He threw the spell quickly at the end of his words, hoping to catch Adrian off guard.
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Post by ADRIAN MATTHEW NOTT on Feb 7, 2013 0:55:15 GMT
----------------------------- The sixth year boy knew that he was right in picking the hospital wing to relieve his boredom. Not only did he found a victim in here but the fact that it was the blasted Potter made it even better. The corners of her lips twitched upwards into a small and slightly twisted smirk. He lightly fingered his wand, waiting until the right time to strike. For Adrian, he followed the belief that it was better to play with one’s food before causing it pain. He wanted the death to be long and suffering just to have pleasure at the fact he was causing so much pain. His eyes grew darker at his thoughts. At the way that his mind was running a mile a minute. Those thoughts were not all that pleasant enough if truth be told. He would rather prefer if no one saw into his mind. The mental images he had was only of Potter and ripping him into shreds and leaving them in the dry sun. Or maybe perhaps drunk them into the deepest parts of the ocean. His eyes grew brighter at the mention of the ocean. Alright. Maybe dump the dead body in and let the giant squid eat him up. Yes. That would be the perfect death for the idiotic Head Boy that was none other than James Potter.
His eyes narrowed ever so slightly at his next words. “Are you really asking for a death wish Potter? With one simple word I can grant that you know.” Adrian’s voice grew extra soft. His eyes were flat now, holding no emotion to them. “You are forgetting who has the upper edge here now. Now I can openly curse you and no one would do anything about it. Maybe I can get my hands on that little toy of yours and make her beg and plead. Don’t you think that would be a wonderful idea to watch?” With every word he spoke, his tone grew even more icier. It was cold enough to slice through even the most tougher of men. Adrian had his father to thank for that. It was Lucas who had trained him to be the perfect little solider. It seemed that Adrian had every right to pay his father back for the teachings. And what better way to do that than on Potter. Besides, Lucas Nott would be so proud of his only son. His eyes glistened at his next words. “Oh Potter, you’re not giving me any ideas are you? I can summon some pins and do them myself. The process would be long because I like to see you suffer. In fact I enjoy making you suffer.”
Adrian was silently daring him to say that again. Of course he wasn’t foolish to say his thoughts out loud. “Well, we can duel right here and now if you want to Potter. It would be more easy for me because you’re already in pain. I can end that suffering.” He grinned wolfishly. “Awww what’s the matter Potter? Can’t suck it up and be a man and deal with the word? Mudblood. Mudblood. Mudblood.” His eyes were like cold stone. Adrian snorted at his foolishness and shook his head. “You can try to keep me under control Potter. You know it won’t work. I’ll end up doing whatever I want.” The black haired boy was not bluffing either. “The blood traitor and the muggleborn as Heads of the School. The muggle loving Headmaster must have been getting old in his years before he died. What foolish nesses to make the two of you in charge. It should have been two purebloods instead of those that are a disgrace to the wizarding race.” Adrian took a deep breath. Once he had started on a rant there was no stopping the boy until he ran out of words to say. He let out a snarl. “I’m NOT a bloody coward! How many times do I have to tell you that!” In his anger sparks flew out from the tip of his wand.
To be honest Adrian was getting kind of tired being called a coward. He fought with honor, a man’s honor. “Must we get on to the childish name calling? Older people usually don’t do that you blood traitor.” His voice was flat. “I think you didn’t hear me when I told you to watch what you say. You’re only digging yourself deeper into a grave. One that I would be more than happy to put you in myself!” He was actually starting to see red. At this point one would be wise to run for the door because no one wanted to see Adrian in a temper. “You’re nothing but scum and I’m going to put you back in your place.” He smiled in satisfaction as he hit his target. The sixth year was eying the Gryffindor. He was one to never get caught off guard but he actually did at this point. He actually cried out as he flew and hit the wall. Oh his father would surely be disappointed if he could be here right now. A Gryffindor was out dueling him. That was the last comforting thought before he fell to the blackness that was surrounding him. Not before he sent a stronger hex out at him. [/size] Tagged. Wifey!
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Post by JAMES IGNOTUS POTTER on Feb 14, 2013 19:30:01 GMT
It hadn’t taken a long for wands to be drawn between them. That really was the way it was with James and Slytherins. He had never trusted any of them. He knew that although they were all selfish creatures who liked to think like they thought and acted independently; they didn’t. They only felt powerful because they knew that they all had each other with the same goal: to make everyone else’s life hell. James reckoned that even if he turned around right now and declared his love for the Dark Lord and that he too was also going to start persecuting muggles and muggleborns, that they still wouldn’t like him much more. It was just the way it was; no one would get along with the Slytherins; they wouldn’t allow you to. Power hungry monsters were what they were. Before this year, even James might’ve said that ‘monster’ was too strong a word but he had seen too many atrocities already at the start of term to know that monster was unfortunately all too much of a perfect word.
He sneered at him, curling his lip nastily. ”You don’t have the balls to kill me, Nott. Besides you wouldn’t want to spill my lovely pure blood would you? Don’t forget that I also have the same rights to curse as you do.” He mocked. James was all too aware that his blood status was what was going to keep him alive for longer in the Dark Lord’s reign. But his lighter mood didn’t last long because Adrian did the one thing that was bound to send James’ rage through the roof; he brought Lily into the equation. He took a threatening step towards the other male; dark anger flashing through his eyes and for a split second James knew what it felt like to feel enough hate to want to curse someone and make them scream and writhe on the floor in pain. ”Don’t you even think about it!” He hated how his voice sounded desperate, even pleading, because he could tell by the look on the Slytherin’s face, and the tone of his words that he would do it. He had promised to protect Lily, he would not let her down anytime soon. ”You can’t touch her, she’s mine. This is between me and you Nott, if you want to hurt someone you hurt me.” James had quickly changed his tune, now he was practically asking Adrian to hurt him in exchange for Lily’s safety. How did things come to this?
He flinched, not in fear but in disgust. ”You’re sick.” He spat at him. ”Were you dropped on your head as a child because there’s something seriously wrong with you. How can you enjoy causing pain?” He sounded as incredulous as he looked, shaking his head because he really could not understand the mindset of these people. It was like trying to figure out what a dung beetle was thinking. He decided not to say that last out loud because he figured that Adrian would not like being compared to a dung beetle. ”Shut up!” He flicked his wand but his anger caused his aim to waver and the beam of light zoomed past the sixth year’s head. ”Do you think that you’re big and clever swearing like that and discriminating? You’re not. You’re a silly little boy playing with things that are too big for you. So go back to your playpen, Nott and don’t come back until you’ve decided to grow up and realise that the Dark Lord’s cause is wrong.” There was no point preaching to the converted but James couldn’t help it, just like he couldn’t help continuing to throw insults at him. The words just spilled out of his mouth, he never thought before he spoke and it was a trait that was never likely to change.
He shook his head again, say the word ‘coward’ and it wound up the Slytherin’s no end. Though winding Adrian up further really wasn’t a wise move so he let it slide. A dark snort escaped the Head Boy. ”Merlin you are a hypocrite. Calling names yourself and then saying it’s childish? I told you Nott, you don’t know what you’re doing and your shot before was lucky. There’s no way you will ever over power me.” He let out a relieved, satisfied breath as his spell knocked the Slytherin backwards. Good, the idiot needed to realise that he wasn’t invincible and that James was more than a match. If Adrian thought it was going to be easy “putting him in his place” then he had another thing coming. After the spell hit, he started edging toward the hospital wing door because although he’d love to teach Adrian Nott a lesson, he wasn’t exactly in fighting fit condition and was, he hated to admit it, likely to lose this battle if he stuck around.
”Still feeling like a proud and mighty superior down there on the floor, Nott?” He was about to hit him with another spell but Adrian got there first and James also found himself on the floor; luckily however he skidded towards the door, unluckily, the jet of light had hit his injured leg and James hardly recognised his own voice in the roar of pain that left his lips. He lay on his side, clutching at his injured leg before he remembered the situation and grasped his wand, pointing it upwards to aim at Adrian again. It looked like if James was going to get out of here relatively unscathed he was going to have to injure the Slytherin enough to render him unconscious which was going to prove difficult without the use of one of his legs. But he was James Potter and had gotten himself out of many a sticky situation over the years. He wasn’t giving up just yet.
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