Chris Evans’ Filmography
Okay this is the first drawing of mine I upload.
JUST because Abi told me to do it for James’ birthday.
Sirius having a creepy dream in Azkaban
It wasn’t a happy thought, so the dementors couldn’t suck it out of him
YOUR MOTHER is so MASSIVE, that AFTER her BATH, she has to RINSE OFF the BUBBLE UNIVERSES.
And I only follow one James Potter fangirl. Josey, get a job.
Don’t make me send my James Potter followers in your direction. They will attack your ask box with reasons why James Potter is so amazing. And lets face it…he enver gets enough love ;)
and I have a job. but I only do swim lessons now soooooo….
she only needs to get on my blog and look around, everything is james potter. xD
‘Hey! Hey, Evans!’ James could see her her hair clear across the Entrance hall and he bolted after her, weaving through throngs of confused First Years and guffawing Third Years. ‘Evans!’
He was tired of her pretending not to hear him. The hexes he could take, the shouting and the insults and the omnipresent ‘no!’ to his affections. But the last few weeks had been painful. He had not a single bruise or welt to show for his persistence, just big, fat, all-consuming silence every time he called her name.
He caught up to her in an empty third floor corridor as she resolutely kept walking. Her nose pointed in the air and her cheeks were graced with an angry flush.
‘Evans,’ he pleaded. ‘I don’t understand what’s wrong. Look at me!’ He gestured to his Quidditch uniform, which he had donned for the game later that day. ‘I’m the star of the Quidditch team, and—’
She whirled on him finally, her cloak and hair flying everywhere as she opened her mouth in a rage. ‘My heart is not a Quaffle, Potter!’
And like that she left him, dumbstruck and awkward in the empty corridor, trying to stop the ringing in his ears and hoping that this meant that she was done ignoring him.