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[mr_j_prongs]

[James Potter lies on a couch, his uniform messy. He thought he was in the Gryffindor tower, now he is here. He looks lazy, arm draping to the floor. His jet black hair a mess, his bag set next to the couch. He sighs, talking to you, though he thought he was speaking to the Marauders.]

I'm bored.