James Potter Quidditch Position Novels & Stories

He would make sure the bastard who caused this madness will be punished accordingly. “Uhm, I don’t know.” The man scampered away. James clucked his tongue in annoyance. Oh, good. Someone brought a potion over. Just as he was about to relax, Jared turned to that person and pummeled him with punches. They watched as the potion fell to the ground and was rendered useless. Fuck! James can’t help but curse. These guys . . . were they actually so useless? No wonder Jared couldn’t be bothered to listen to them. They would be lost without a leader. Mindless . . .

Magic ignited in his palm, and I felt a calming warmth as my palm absorbed the beautiful light. "It's natural to feel uneasy when you discover new powers," James instructed me in the basics of magic. The first step was learning to control my strength, which was challenging. James advised me to practice more to improve my abilities while Darcus observed in the background. Unexpectedly, a surge of magic overwhelmed James, injuring him, but he quickly recovered. I felt terrible, but James assured me that setbacks were a part of the learning process.

"You're a potterhead?" "Yup," he nodded eagerly as he finished his ice cream. "Oh really?" she smiled, glad that she had found a kindred soul within him already. "Of what house?" "Gryffindor," he replied, smiling widely. "And you?" Marwan wouldn't have any idea what Gryffindor meant or what it meant to be a potterhead. She began to compare the two men in her head, weighing their attitudes and likeness to each other. They were wholly opposite and she couldn't for the life of her think about how to choose one over the other.

The exam room's door was forcefully pushed open, and two bodyguards brought in a man with dyed hair. The man was firmly pressed into a seat and couldn't move a muscle. This man looked familiar to Debra. If she remembered correctly, he should be the second son of the Potter family. In her last life, Jordan was arrogant and hot-tempered, but he had a knack for business. In the end, he took over the Potter family's business from his frail elder brother, Andrew Potter. He was not an ordinary person. "I'm not doing it." Jordan's voice broke the silence in the exam room.

Apollo’s POV The obnoxious presence of James stood before the dungeon, vomiting his nonsense that fell on deaf ears. My entire focus was on Zelda, standing by his side with a tray bearing a single cup. The tension etched across her face hinted at her internal struggle. James snapped his fingers, yanking me back to his bland speech. "Hey, are you even listening, you imbecile?" he taunted, following my gaze to Zelda. "Ah, I see, you're hooked by her. Is your brain only connected to your dick?" he mocked, chuckling to himself.

"Find a loophole and fix what you have done!" He commanded the fat dirty mess to reverse a spell he performed. "As I said you over grown lizard, it is on him to remember. I'm not a witch I deal with actual magic." James held the dirty trash in the air, he was ready to take this parasite out of its misery. "Wait. Spare my life an I will tell you a secret." "Right now you have more to lose than I do." It laughed its teeth brown, its breath foul and intent clear.

Ash whistled as he watched James and Zen disappear into the inky darkness of the staircase, "I almost feel like I've set foot on a stage of theatrical thespian magic, I wonder if that makes me Puck, the court jester", he wondered as he followed Zen and James. If you're Puck, I'll eat my hat", Zee huffed, "There's no way you're smart enough to con people", they said rolling their eyes. "As opposed to you", he huffed.

He would still actively be on the prowl, especially since he had to try and get a second medallion for his partner. “What do you think his chances are?” James asked. James was sort of their technical director; he handled the technical aspects of the pack. He was in charge of the drones, their upkeeping and management as a whole. He was in the situation room with her alongside the others in the planning group asides for Draco and his team who were on standby in case someone went too far in the tournament. “Who?” Sarah asked, despite knowing fully well who he was referring to.

Lorraine's POV This was the first time I have ever seen myself like this. I looked awful. If I were to audition for the role of a witch in Harry Potter I'd get the role without raising my eyebrows high. I heard James' voice from the veranda outside. He was coming to my room. David didn't seem to like the way James treats me. It was written all over his face this morning when James moved me from the prison-like room to this beautiful heaven, decorated with green curtains.

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.