He stared at the boy, those eyes burned into his skull when he first caught a glimpse of them standing in the first year line. Such a gorgeous sparkling verdant placed on that ugly scrawny body, the boy was just like the father; pale and hooked nose, though James will painfully admit the boys hair wasn't dripping with grease like the senior. It must have been under Lily's careful watch that her son's hair stayed nice and soft, just like hers. But that didn't stop the kid from being a fucking cum-stain
Sighing, James leaned back on the cushioned chair that sat atop the teachers dais. There he watched the process of firsties being called up and sorted into the house they'd be spending the next seven years of their education in. He didn't pay much attention as most of it was on watching the Snape kid.
"Snape, Mathais" Professor McGonagall's voice rang through the hall. All the professors seemed to stop their small talk and turned to pay special attention, all interested in the young boy. The older kids who had already been sorted also payed attention; curious of the hooked nose first year, a few rare Slytherins carefully and quietly thanked the father of the boy who killed Voldemort.