James Potter was awesome and he knew it. He knew that from his ruffled hair to his pointed shoes everything about him screamed 'THIS GUY IS COOL'. And what's more, he knew he was hot. Sure, there were plenty of cute, attractive boys at his school but he was the full package. He was charismatic, attractive AND clever. He was the kind of guy that any normal girl would dream of. Unfortunately, Lily Evans was not a normal girl. Perhaps that was why he liked her so much. It wasn't that he was a player who liked to see if he could woo the least interested girl. Oh, no. Not at all. But there was something about her that made him want act that way. Maybe it was the fact she was, in his opinion, utterly beautiful. Maybe it was because she was different. Or maybe it was simply because she just didn't care. And James found that he had a strange liking to people who didn't care. Especially himself. Because, honestly now, if you were him you would love yourself too.
And this is what he was thinking as he gazed out of the window in Transfiguration class on a Monday morning. It had been an awesome weekend – him and Sirius had found a new secret passage out of the school – but now it had come to a frustrating end and classes had begun again. James was bored. It wasn't that he didn't like transfiguration, in fact, it was his best subject. He just didn't like class. Or school for that matter.
"James Potter! Will you stop staring out the window like a gaping fish and pay attention. This is the sixth time this lesson I've had to ask you. Honestly, what is it with you today."
James snuck a sideways smirk at Remus who was sitting next to him.
"I'm sorry Professor. It's just that this class isn't really my level. I think that I need something more challenging you see."
Professor. McGonagoll's lips were set in a straight line and her eyes glinted with disapproval.
"Very well then. If you honestly think that you're too good for this class," She spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm "then you can transfigure this table into a pony and let it carry you out the room. Since you are clearly too lazy to do so yourself."
Professor McGonagoll looked smug. She thought she had beaten him now. James merely shrugged.
"Okay then Professor."
James started muttering quietly. Sirius rolled his eyes.
"You know," He whispered amused," swearing and cursing under your breath isn't going to help you out of this one."
"I'm not swearing. I'm muttering an incantation."
Beside him, Remus whispered frustratedly "God James. Don't. You could just admit to being a twat, you don't have to always show off."
"Oh I wouldn't worry Lupin. It's all just big talk. I doubt Potter could even perform the task I set today. He hasn't handed in a single homework on transfiguring objects to animals. As if he could very well-"
And at that moment, the table suddenly stood up and neighed. James had done it. The pony was missing an ear and half a nose but that was besides the point.
"Toodle-oo McGonagoll." James shouted out through the screaming chaos of the classroom as he jumped on the pony's back and waddled away.
"POTTER! YOU COME BACK HERE-" But her voice was blocked out by a high pitched scream as one of the girls stepped in a large pile of horse poo. How the pony had produced so much manure in a matter of seconds James did not know, nor did he particularly want to find out. He looked back once more as he left the classroom behind him and though he knew McGonagoll would never admit it, he could see a glint of pride glisten in her eyes.
