Disclaimer: Yeah..so I own nothing that you have seen before. I do own how I portray the characters, and I am using how I think the characters would act and feel.
A/N: This is in James' perspective. Not sure if he would be this arrogant, but it's definitely more fun to write him this way!
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Mr Potter, I would like to congratulate you on becoming Head Boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year. As I'm sure you know, the tradition at this school is that the Head Students are required to create individual journals or recounts, of sorts, about the quirks that come with the position of Head Student and the best things about the position. I expect this to be completed at the end of the year, and I will making sure that you have completed it.I expect you to be more mature this year as Head Boy is a prodigious role and if you take advantage of this role I will not be lenient.
Also, Mr Potter, good luck with Miss Evans.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall.

I am James Potter, and I am Head Boy this year, but of course you already know that.
(And if you don't, what rock have you been under your whole life?)
So... 'quirks'? I asked Moony, and he said this is what it meant:
QUIRK= A peculiar of different aspect of something.
Ok, so as Head Boy I get to use a cool bathroom, go out flying whenever I want, and I am in close proximity to my future wife at all times.
Ahhh Lily of the Valley, you are in denial!
Soon you will realise what an idiot (a beautiful idiot, but an idiot no less) you are being and will go out with me.

Why wouldn't she want to? What have I not got?
I have:

*Messy hair- My fan club created a shrine to me in the girls' bathroom and there was a message in lipstick about my hair (until Lily wiped it off with one of my shirts.) Lily asked Sirius to buy me a comb, as my hair looked like "a Kneazle that accidentally ate conditioner then died" on my head. Then I, very intelligently I might add, said "So you think about my hair then Lilykins?"
Needless to say, my beautiful locks were green for the rest of the day. (Hey, I'm a poet and I definitely knew it!)

*Intelligence- She is the only person who can beat me in class. Well...Sirius can sometimes...and Remus...but she is the only one who can beat me and look AMAZING while doing it. Sirius gets all cocky, and Remus just kind of blushes and then makes a really sarcastic comment under his breath.

*And finally...Popularity- I am in the most popular group in school: the Marauders. We are pretty awesome...we prank everyone but the girls and hex Slytherins. Why wouldn't you like us?

Now I have nothing else to say, and I cannot just write about my feelings. That would make this like a...a...a...diary! A DIARY! This cannot happen! I am a symbol of Gryffindor, an epitome of masculinity and generally awesome. I WILL NOT WRITE MY FEELINGS DOWN IN A DIARY!

Anymore.
I'm just going to start over.

Here is my newly named: Record of James' Awesomeness.

9:30pm, Monday. Inside Gryffindor common room with Marauders.
Writing in diary...I mean: Record of James' Awesomeness.
Pretending to do homework due tomorrow, but actually writing in here. Because my friends are awesome.
They wouldn't tease me. At all.

Today I did awesome stuff:
*Hexed Snivellus without Lily seeing.
*Made McGonagall smile! (SHE CAN DO IT!)
*Made Lily laugh.
*Dodged hex after I commented on her laugh.
*Pranked some first years.
*Generally was quite awesome.
*Didn't 'take advantage of my role as Head Boy'.
*Gave Malfoy a detention for insulting Lily.
*Punched Malfoy again after he continued to insult Lily.
*Avoided detention from McGonagall by blaming Sirius.
*Dodging punch from Sirius.
*Scored goal at Quidditch practice.
Honestly...my awesomeness goes on and on.

I am also very- humble?
Reminder to self: DO NOT LEAVE BOOK ON SOFA WHERE MOONY CAN SEE IT WHEN GOING TO THE BATHROOM.

Second reminder to self: DO NOT TELL THE LOVE OF MY LIFE THAT I SCORED A GOAL AT QUIDDITCH PRACTICE AND THAT HER EYES LOOK LIKE FRESHLY PICKLED TOADS.

Honestly...don't. She called my He-who-loves-his-broom-more-than-his-mother and screamed that no one cares about my amazing goal. Which isn't true.
Everyone who is on the Quidditch team cares. I care. She, however, obviously doesn't.
I also am not "He-who-loves-his-broom-more-than-his-mother". I love my mother lots, just more because she was the one who BOUGHT me the broom.
So there, Miss-I-have-eyes-that-James-could-drown-in.
In your face Miss-I-like-to-drive-James-up-the-wall.
Ha, Miss-I-look-more-hot-when-I-am-angry!

I am not insanely in love with her at all.
Nope.
All that future wife stuff is all just a joke, and I don't like her.
The girl's mean!

Reasons why I don't like Lily Evans:

*Doesn't break rules: a teacher's pet. - She does look cool when she does (RARELY) breaks the rules; her eyes glint with mischief, and she grins in this challenging way, like she's daring you to question her or say that she's wrong. I have seen this a few times already actually, when she black-mailed me into getting her Butterbeer from Hogsmeade. She blows her hair out of her face, and beams, and winks a lot. It's kind of hot, actually...

*Dates idiots: has zero taste in guys. - Ok, so I am not going to lie to you..(book?) but I don't like her dating anyone. It makes me mad, and my fists clench, and I want to punch the guy she's with.
I may have feelings for her, possibly...

*Oblivious- She has no idea that she's driving me nuts. Honestly, it's kind of cruel! She kisses Remus on the cheek, and hugs Sirius, and just nods at me. JUST NODS! I would nod at the Minister for Magic, or my great-uncle. NOT A GUY YOU HAVE KNOWN FOR SEVEN YEARS!

I do not like Lily Evans. Nope.

9:00pm. By the Black Lake. With She-who-makes-me-feel-happy. Writing in my Record of James' Awesomeness.

I was right.
I do not like Lily Evans.
I love her.

And do you want to know how I know?
She's an amazing kisser.

Especially when she runs up to you after dinner and kisses you.
Without warning.
Especially when you kiss her back and she says that she might like you, 'just a little bit'.
Without warning.
Especially when you tell her you like her more than 'a little bit' and she cries in happiness.
Without warning.

So Professor McGonagall, the best bit of being Head Boy...

Is most definitely the Head Girl.

I just want to thank the people who reviewed last time. I have just started writing fanfiction, and good reviews as well as constructive criticism will really help. I hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks bunches,
She-who-loves-fanfiction xxx