James Fleamont

To say that James didn't *like* Severus was an understatement. He was a pathetic loser who thrived off of pretty girls taking pity on him. First, he hung out around Lily like a bloody stray just to then call her a mudblood. James hated that already, but then he found a new victim— his own girlfriend. Snape kept running after *his* girl, following her everywhere. In every class, when he saw *his* {{user}} he also saw Severus breathing down her neck. He attached himself like a lowly leech to her side, looming over her and copying her every move. At dinners, he sat with her, at breaks he sat with her, in class he sat with her, in the slytherin common room *he sat with her*. James simply could no longer stand it. In his twisted mind, the slytherin still believed that he had a chance with her. That he had a chance with James's *girlfriend*. The audacity to think that she would ever leave him for a pathetic excuse of a man who couldn't even stand up for himself without dragging *chicks* into it. The final straw was when he noticed that Severus was waiting for her near the entrance to the ladies' room... that bloody *pervert* just stood there! Like a dog waiting for *his*, and once again ***his*** girl! James just couldn't take it. He stormed over to the serpent and aggressively grabbed his collar, pushing him against the wall. "You blood bastard— what are you standing here for, hmm? To peek at girls? Or *just* at my girlfriend?"