Reviws, Reviews, Reviews! Come on you guys! Or I'll just stop posting! No, i wouldnt, but it would be niceto have some incentive. Thank you to the, all of, six people who have given me great reveiws on the story so far (... 10 entire chapters in)
You have Lily's story, now this is James... in three parts. i realize that its slightly choppy.
JAMES POV: PART ONE
James had never been passively frustrated before. He didn't know it was even something you could be until he sat down in his room to write his letter. He had finished his letters to Sirius and Remus and Peter, and he felt obligated to write Lily, who was staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. He started to feel uncomfortable and opened the window. He stuck his head out and let the cold wind spread across his face. After his mind wondered for a couple minutes, he sat down on his bed again, wrote his letter, and then sent his owl off to Hogwarts.
-X-
Miles away, Lily sat with the few Gryffindors who decided to stay at school during Christmas eating breakfast. She was enjoying a large stack of pancakes drenched in butter when an owl she didn't recognize swooped down on her. With a confused look on her face she opened it and saw:
'Hi.'
No need to wonder who it was. She finished her breakfast in a rush and then ran up flights of stairs to make herself comfortable in the common room.
-X-
James is seven, sitting at the dinner table.
"Sit up straight, James. Elbows off!" said his mother quickly.
"Mummy? Why do our elbows have to be off the table?"
"Because its rude no to," said his father, "And plus, we have company tonight, we must be on our best behavior."
"Oh, don't mind me," said the old man at the end of the table. He was bald and wore all gray and James thought that he was dull.
"I still don't get why, though…" James mumbled.
"Mr. Blocke! Please, help your self to some mashed potatoes! They are delicious if I do say so myself," gave his mother while passing the gray man a bowl.
"Define delicious…" James proclaimed. He received a scolding look from his father. "Really! Define it!" He turned to Mr. Blocke. "Can you define delicious? Because if you think those mashed 'tatoes are delicious then we definitely have different definitions." Pause. "Can you not define it? It's okay. you're not very good at vocabulary are you?"
Mr. Blocke laughed politely and tapped him on the top of the head, calling him 'a cute boy', and 'a laugh, really'. James barely noticed his fathers disapproving look or his mothers blushing. A few uncomfortable minutes passed…
"Mr. Blocke, how old are you?…"
-X-
'James:
My new potter policy:
Something goes wrong according to my book, I don't know you. At all.
That being said, how are you?
Lily '
-X-
PART TWO:
'James jotted a couple sentences down:
HA! Prophet headline: Potter Policy Proclaimed Pleasing! Turn to next page for: Who the Hell is this Peter Piper and why does he get all the Pickled Peppers?
Say the above ten times fast.
J.
P.S. Fine, how are you?'
James clock showed exactly 53 minutes and 56 seconds until he received another letter.
'James:
Peter Piper is the cousin of the person who came up with the bit about how much wood a woodchuck would chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. Haha!
I'm fine, it's very quiet here at Hogwarts.
Lily.'
He read it with a giant smile on his face. 'Well isn't she clever…'
'Lily,
Is that so? I did not know that! However, a recent study has shown that even if woodchucks could chuck wood, they wouldn't.
Wood tastes bad.
Is it quiet at school because nearly nobody's there? How many people are there do you think? How many Slytherins? What are you going to do for Christmas? How are Jessica and Alice? They are both there, correct? They bug you a little don't they?
J.'
He entertained himself by cleaning up his room until a response arrived.
'James-
One should not ask so many questions! It is ungentlemanly! I'm…'
James stopped reading. The walls were closing in.
-X-
PART THREE:
"And do not come out until you are ready to apologize to Mr. Blocke for being so rude. You need to learn that such questions are RUDE, James!" his father yelled and slammed the door.
James laid down in the center of his room, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't the first time he had been sent to his room, but it was probably the first time he had been sent to his room without a book he could read. All of his books were either scattered around other places in the house, or there in his room but had been read a thousand times over, so there was nothing to elevate his brain from the confines of this area. He figured he would just wait the half an hour it took for his parents to give him the opportunity to say that he 'will not ask such rude questions' and to apologize to Mr. Blocke.
After almost two minutes, which seemed more like an eternity, he was bored. He closed his eyes. About fifteen minutes later he opened his eyes. He was dizzy. His room from this angle was odd…. different. He stood up, and collapsed on his bed. His room seemed smaller and disfigured. He crawled into the corner of his bed and rested his head where the two walls connected, so that his head would stop moving. It didn't help. He felt as if his head was moving in weird, slow circles. He felt sick. He started to cry and opened the window, and made the mistake of looking down. More dizziness.
He was trapped. The space was so small, surely the walls that kept coming closer and closer would crush him. He rushed as fast as he could to the door, trying not to create the risk of falling over. He failed, and rammed himself into his desk. Pain spread from his side to his entire body. It was becoming hard to breathe. He started to cry harder. "I WONT ASK QUESTIONS!" he gasped, pounding on the door desperately. "I WONT ASK ANYMORE QUESTIONS! LET ME OUT!"
This was his first experience of what he discovered later to be claustrophobia.
-X-
James set down the letter and tried to stay calm. He closed his eyes and pictured himself in the back field of Hogwarts, near the lake - a nice, wide space. He felt a little better. He opened the window and his bedroom door to let some air in. He remembered the first time when he discovered he was claustrophobic, sitting in the exact same place. 'Only one thing has changed.' He thought, 'I can ask questions. I can ask Lily questions… '