<div align="center">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wgd5ujqrc/Sbj7OaQ8fdI/AAAAAAAABNU/A3G1h43wtC4/s400/ColeMohrITVogueHommes2.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">I've got the <em>brightest</em> star you'll ever find</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Even the sun is jealous of the way you <span class="bbc_u">shine</span></span><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong>We are the constellations in the sky<br/></strong></span></span><br/>----<br/></div><br/>James Potter was almost certain that he shouldn't have left the house without an umbrella tucked neatly under one arm.  His reasoning was due to the fact that at that exact moment it was<del>raining</del><del>pouring</del>fucking pissin' it outside.<br/>Normally, James was quite indifferent to England's gloomy weather.  Having spent the entirety of his life in the United Kingdom, he'd grown accustomed to overcast skies and almost daily drizzles.  However, today was different because today was the first time it had rained since he'd returned from vacation.  In the Virgin Islands.  Where it was warm, and even<em>sunny</em>.<br/><br/>The edges of his mouth pulled downwards to form a frown as he continued to glower through the front window of<em>Quality Quidditch Supplies</em>.  His hair was sopping wet, clinging to his forehead and the back of his neck.  Droplets slowly slid down his face to the tip of his nose or chin, dangling for a few seconds before plummeting to the maroon carpet that lined the floor.  His clothing was in a similar state--the mismatched articles clinging tightly to his lean frame.  He'd just spent several hours desperately trying to figure out London's public transportation system, receiving odd looks all throughout his journey because of his lack of knowledge in muggle fashion sense.<br/><br/>Now, the logical solution to James' problem should be quite simple!<br/><em>Magic</em>.  He is a<span class="bbc_u">wizard</span>, after all.<br/><br/>Well, that was exactly what had flickered through James' mind as he frantically yanked his wand out of his jean pocket (and that was<em>not</em>a sexual innuendo).  Just as he was about to mutter the incantation he learned several years prior, it dawned on him that the<em>saddest</em>part of today was that even though he was perfectly capable of drying himself off with a simple flick of the wrist--he couldn't.  By law.  He was still underage.<br/><br/>Fuckin' aye.<br/><br/>Perhaps this was why he still gripped his wand tightly in one hand.  Either that, or he was contemplating whether or not to stab one of the cheery girls to his left.  It seemed that the shopkeeper had sensed James' unusual hostility from across the store, and quickly zig-zagged her way through the aisles of broomsticks towards him.  "If you're not going to buy anything," she growled, motioning towards the shelves, "you should probably<em>leave</em>."  Clearly, she was quite disgruntled by the fact that this young boy was dripping all over the<em>Quidditch Through the Ages</em>display.<br/><br/>James (who was most certainly not in the mood to be nagged at) merely cast the woman a quick sideglance before pocketing his wand.  Teeth carefully had begun to chew on the inside of his lip as hazel eyes swept over several shelves and barrels.  When he spotted what he was searching for, he quickly stepped around the tiny female and made sure he left a trail of muddy water while striding towards the shelf.  In a single swift, almost elegant movement of his arm he'd plucked a tiny plush snitch from between a used Quaffle and poster of The Chudley Canons.  "In that case, I'll be taking one of these."  His eyebrows rose slightly while he held the object out towards her, the tiny tag that dangled from one of the wings flashing 'SALE: 3 knuts' in bright red letters.<br/><br/>The woman flinched just before snatching the item out of his grasp, muttering something darkly under her breath while beginning her trek back towards the register.  In the meantime, James allowed himself a triumphant grin, quickly wringing out his shirt once the woman's back was turned and making sure that every drop was soaked up by the carpet.<br/><br/>