james at his parents funeral. you didn't know about lily, nor about any of james' friends, and therefore you always called him a loner. sometimes he wished he could tell you, tell you all about hogwarts, but you'd never understand. you were a muggle from an all muggle family. not like it mattered to him, but he knew the rules anyways, and he knew he needed to keep up with them.
"still a loner potter?"
"yeah, you could say that."