Hi, I'm James Sirius Potter. I am considered the trouble maker in the group, but in reality I am just really curious. Even my dad can vouch for that. As far as family goes, I am truly the one with the greatest ambition. I am the strong, impeccably good-looking, conqueror of them all, superior to any-
"JAMES SIRIUS," my father yells "YOU WILL NOT TALK ILL ABOUT ANY OF YOUR SIBLINGS OR ABOUT YOUR MOTHER AND I!"
"OK DAD." I groan.
Man, you don't know how tough having The Boy Who Lived,The ChosenOne , or as I call him "The man who grew old and will die… again" as a father. He lurks around every corner like he is trying to hide from something or someone. I just think its mom though. I don't think you would understand how gruesome she can be sometimes. Yikes, you would not like to see her mad. It's like she is a lion ripping the head off of a badger. I mean-
"JAMES POTTER! I MEAN IT. "
Oh, did I mention it's almost like he can read our minds. But I know some of his secrets. I know that he mumbles in his sleep. Says the weirdest stuff. He is all like "Oh, hey Sirius. Hi dad, mum. Lupin, Tonks, your son is doing fine. You can tell he's got the ladies after him. And then he laughs. It's like, it's like, I don't even know how to explain it. But hey, all celebrities have to have their flaws. I mean, no one can be perfect. Well, except for me.
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! THAT'S IT! GET YOUR BUM DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT OR YOUR MOTHER AND I WILL COME UP THERE AND DRAG YOU DOWN HERE!"
Wish me luck with the monsters. I don't know what's gotten into dad today though. Normally he and I kid around with each other. Normally he's the fun one not the downer. Oh well. I will have to ask him later once he has calmed down.
I hustle down stairs to meet an angry mother and father, although I can't tell if the look on my father's face is anger, worry, or if he just got out of the loo. With this comment my dad just starts cracking up and needs to hold a chair for support so he either doesn't fall or he's signaling to mum, whose face now holds a scowl that is directed both towards me and dad, that she shouldn't hit him or he might get injured. I think he is also adding that he has also had too much injury and pain in his childhood to last a lifetime. My mum just rolls her eyes at dad who has now pulled himself together and they both sit me down and stare me straight in the eye.
"James," my mother begins, "how many times have your dad and I told you to stop being egotistical and thinking your better than everyone else? You gave your father a near heart attack when you were talking aloud. He thought—" she glanced over to dad who sat down and just shook his head no obviously informing her that she should not finish the sentence that she had started and was going to say to me. Now he looked like he was in grief. He was no longer the one of my two parents who were looking at me with a smile. In fact, he wouldn't even look at me. But at least mum told me that I was talking to myself. That meant that dad only yelled at me because I was talking highly about myself and talking rudely about the rest of the family to loud. I feel bad about that right now. I shouldn't have been offending mum and dad. Or my siblings because we all know that that was the general direction I was leaning towards. I was going to pick on them sooner or later.
I don't know why I do this. Why do I find it relevant to make fun of people and praise myself, tell myself that I am better than everyone else? Man, I am so egotistical.