Chapter Three: Boredom
James Potter aged 8 POV
James was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Mum was reading a book and dad was reading the newspaper. James didn't have any brothers or sisters so he was bored quite a lot and would have to find things to do on his own. He had to think of a prank. He was really good at pranks, though he would sometimes get in to trouble for them. But he mostly thought it was worth getting in to trouble for, because it was really fun.
James could hardly do any magic yet though, so it was hard to think of things he could do. Luckily, he had lots of stuff from Zonko's he could use. So he put exploding candy in the pudding his mum had made, he put dungbombs in the kitchen, the bathroom and his parents room and settled in his bedroom waiting for his parents to notice. It took approximately five minutes before his efforts were rewarded.
"JAMES POTTER!" his mother's voice rang out and James smiled satisfied, walking downstairs with his head lowered.
"Dungbombs in the kitchen, James? How did they get there?" his mother asked him, looking rather angry.
"Erm… I don't know?" he replied, trying to look as innocent as he can.
"James, it is unacceptable to put dungbombs in the kitchen. We have to eat there! Have you put them anywhere else?" his mum asked and James couldn't help but find the entire thing hilarious and he had really struggled to stop himself from laughing, which he knew would only irritate his mum further.
James shook his head quickly, causing some of his messy black hair to fall softly on his forehead. His mother looked at him suspiciously before deciding she'd better check the rest of the rooms and as soon as she was out of sight, James burst in to uncontrollable laughter. He wasn't good at dealing with being bored, he decided, though he did find it very fun to do funny pranks that sometimes annoyed his mum and dad.
It would have been much more fun if James had a brother. Not sisters, because girls were boring. But James would have liked a brother.