my creations

I’m sorry but you cannot tell me that James Potter was not the biggest bloody dumpster truck of Wolfstar trash out there. 

He’d be there at the dormitory window watching as the pair walked around the black lake, binoculars that he’d gotten from Lily glued to his face, “come on … just a bit closer.” “GOD DAMN IT PADFOOT JUST KISS HIM! KISSSS HIMMM!”