Chapter 2: James Potter
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The sun shines brightly in the robin's egg blue sky. There is a large manor that resides on a cliff on the outskirts of a wealthy town. Inside this large home, there is a young boy, no older than eight, rising out of bed. His red and blue flannel pajamas are unsymmetrical as if he's been rolling around in his bed. The black untidy mop of hair is even messier now than usual. As he reaches toward the small nightstand beside his Quidditch covered bed, he puts on a pair of wire rimmed glasses. The boy's brown eyes sparkle with excitement, for today is his birthday.
As he runs down the stairs, still in his pajamas, he smiles a wide grin while he scans the pile of gifts his parents have bought for him. Quickly running over to his father, he gives him a quick hug, while his father ruffles up his jet black hair. "Happy birthday buddy," he laughs joyfully. "You're beginning to look more and more like me." As his father laughs, the young boy chuckles and runs over to his mother.
"Now, don't scare the boy John," his mother laughs as she pulls her son into a hug. "Happy Birthday James," she tells him, laughing and smiling all the same. "Before you can open gifts, you must eat breakfast!" The boy groans at this, but slides into his place at the kitchen table. His father spits out random Quidditch scores while he chews on some bacon. James on the other hand is antsy. He is hungry and wants to open gifts.
There is a knock at the door and James jumps up to get it before either his mother or father can say a word otherwise. As James comes to the door, his father follows in his footsteps. As the boy opens the ivory white door, he sees his neighbor and friend Rylan standing on his porch with a small gift wrapped in gold paper. His father invites her in and so she does.
As the three walk back toward the kitchen table, James's father instructs Rylan to place her gift with the others on the table. She does so and sits down next to James. As James and his family, continue their meal and their guests chews on a few pieces of bacon, they talk, openly and friendly.
When James finishes his breakfast, he become incredibly antsy again. No longer can he sit still in his high back wooden chair. As he slides off, Rylan follows suit and both end up on the navy blue couch. "Can we open presents?" James whines. "Please?" he drags his last word out.
Both of his parents look at each other and nod in agreement and sit opposite Rylan and James on the other navy blue couch. As James opens his gifts, he thanks his mother and father for each one and when he is finished, he gives each of them a hug. Taking Rylan by the hand, he grabs on of his new toys and runs outside to play. This is the best day of his life.
