he is bright eyes and a laugh that ricochets like polished stone in a hollow metal box. he is slender shoulders and a puffed out chest and glasses that slip-slide-shimmy down his nose. he is tousled black hair and a heart that thadump-thadumps at the sight of red curls. he is ears that look like seashells. he is mocking, he is gentle, he is angry, he is kind. he is human and he is stag. he is lord of the forest and of the magic that sparks at his fingertips. he is james potter, king beneath the noble crown.