Ordinary
James Potter saw himself as an average bloke.
Sure, he was a ringleader of the Marauders. He also happened to be pretty spectacular at Quidditch. And he could remember, on occasion, having been too brilliant for words.
But overall he was just your ordinary guy with ordinary black hair and ordinary glasses that framed his admittedly amazing hazel eyes.
So anyone would be able to imagine his surprise when he was suddenly jumped in an empty corridor and pressed into the shadows.
And as Lily Evans unabashedly tangled her hands in his ordinary black hair and pressed her lips even closer to his, he couldn't help but smile and think to himself, "this is anything but ordinary."