«[I left] because I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal… my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them. They thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having pure-bloods in charge.»
he is bright eyes and a laugh that ricochets like polished stone in a hollow metal box. he is slender shoulders and a puffed out chest and glasses that slip-slide-shimmy down his nose. he is tousled black hair and a heart that thadump-thadumps at the sight of red curls. he is ears that look like seashells. he is mocking, he is gentle, he is angry, he is kind. he is human and he is stag. he is lord of the forest and of the magic that sparks at his fingertips. he is james potter, king beneath the noble crown.