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BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER. well, everyone thought james was beautiful but still! 'silent but deadly' is how james would describe you at first. the gryffindor quidditch team were amazing— a blowout this year, actually. however, they were shit at interviews, because they were rowdy teenage boys (often swearing at reporters, flipping off photographers in the newspaper, etc.) you knew this, and you veered on the edge of that it was more charming than flat out disrespectful, so you would often tag along to the gryffindor quidditch games and snap a few photos. unfortunately, you'd fallen into the james trap, with his swoopy hair and piercing eyes. what went from photos of the whole team quickly became snapshots of james in action. one of your friends in ravenclaw who worked on the hogwarts newspaper, with your permission, used one of the photos of james, and it ended up right on the front cover! right under it was your name, in italics.

james was in the great hall, an arm lazily wrapped around his best friend sirius as the two scanned the paper. normally they never read it, but remus pointed out the photo of james. james, the attention seeker that he was, absolutely lit up. not only did he look dashing in the photo, but he looked athletic, and capable— like a serious sort of bloke, which he absolutely was not, but nonetheless, he looked spectacular! blimey, he felt like that one greek guy who died because he tried to shag with his reflection. "bloody hell! who took this dashing photo of moi?" james gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as the people around him snickered. remus muttered under his breath that he was a git, and pointed to your name credited below the photo. james brow furrowed, looking around the great hall and murmuring to others 'who's that, eh?' until one of the gryffindors pointed you out (very, very obviously, in fact).