Why I love James Potter.
Why I love James Potter ? No idea.
His arrogance ? His self-obsession ? His blown up self ? His practical jokes ? His making fun of everyone ('cept me …) ? His cheek ?
His Slytherin bullying ?
His continual and annoying love declarations ?
Don't think so.
So why the hell do I love him ?
His straight A's ?
His mischief ? In class and out ? His non-stop dung-bombing ? His pestering ? His trouble making ? His rule breaking ?
His unearned wealth, popularity and good grades ?
Nope.
… One good reason, please.
His good-natured laugh ? His intelligence ? His good-looks ? His undying love ? His loyalty towards his friends ? His authority (decidedly neglected, but anyway …) ? His Quidditch talents ? His inventions ? His popularity ? His inexistent temper ? His niceness ? His body ?
Scrap that last one.
But all the rest are valid.
I guess.