Pride: James Potter
When Lily Evans asked James if he believed to be the last Butterbeer of the Universe, the Potter boy wanted to answer yes, however he knew that wasn't the answer the red head wasn't looking for; and not one she would care to listen to. And even if James wasn't the last Butterbeer on the universe, he sure felt like it.
Son and heir of the name and fortune of one of the most prestigious families of the Magic World, his parent's apple's eye, the best of his year; you could even say of the school; on his way of becoming Quidditch Captain. James Potter had every reason to feel the way he felt.
It wasn't an act of superiority, James never felt superior than anyone, but he had to admit that being James Potter was extremely awesome.
James arrival to the Potter Manor was unexpected; Charlus and Dorea were two old wizards that didn't expect to have children, much less an heir. That's why when James Potter Black arrived he was welcomed with nothing less than fireworks.
For his first birthday James was already so garnish with favours that he could donate half of his toys and have enough for his next four years.
Dorea understood perfectly the affection and attentions of their friends and relatives towards little James, with those hazelnut eyes and laugh that travelled around the house. And even if Charlus could understand the repercussions of pampering him so much, he couldn't help but do the same.
James grew up learning to appreciate everything around him; the time he spent with his parents, because they spend most of their time at work, he appreciate Binky the House Elf that knew how he like his cookies, and the weird visits he received from his parents friends.
Until he was 8 he spent his days with relatives that thought he was the best thing after chocolate frogs, and he didn't have motive to doubt that. By eleven Hogwarts' stories filled his brain to the point he new every detail of the big red machine in front of him.
In a short time him and his cousin Sirius became friends, and then Peter and Remus came; the four of them, the best thing after Halloween Feast; encourage by James confidence, parade around the castle with the greatest confidence any child could manage. That was until they meet some Slytherins.
The Slytherins, thanks to his father, were James' least favourite group before entering Hogwarts, however he didn't had any real reasons to hate them until that day; the day they mess with his friends.
It was obvious that because of James' blood status hey wouldn't mess with him, however that didn't apply to his roommates. The things that were said to Remus and Peter made his blood boil and, in lees that you could say 'Quidditch', he hexed the three of them gaining a new reputation around the school.
This new reputation gain more attention upon James, making him feel not only the king of his house but also the king of the castle, and under his reign every despiteful Slytherin should be punish by the long arm of his law. That's why Snape and his friends where frequently the victims of his pranks.
By fourteen James couldn't understand why Severus Snape dare to walk around the castle, not with that greasy hair, or hooked nose, and certainly not insulting any human being that didn't comply to his stupid standards. Much less he understood how, no matter how many proves, Lily Evans still preferred his company to James'. So when Snape finally showed his true colours in front of the red head, and James put him in his place; he couldn't help but pop his chest out and show what he already knew; James Potter was the best thing after Butterbeer.