nineteen seventy-seven.

WELL HELLO EVERYONE. It is I, James Potter. Head Boy.

Yeah, I know. What the bloody blazes? I have a few theories:

1) Dumbledore smokes tons of marijuana. He and Fawkes blaze up together, and in a moment of "clarity" he decided to make me Head Boy. Fawkes clucked (or something) in approval. (Yeah. CLUCKED. Like I know what sound phoenixes make. Sheesh.)

2) He thinks Evans can reform me and/or he wants to make Evans' life hell. Therefore, he must hate beautiful redheads.

3) He wants me to take over the school even moreso than I have already.

4) He thinks that this will teach me responsibility and maturity. (Key word: thinks).

5) He ACTUALLY believes I'm the best fit! In which case....wow, Hogwarts. Just wow.

So I reckon this'll be an iiiiiinteresting year.