James S. Potter the Greatest has moves like Jagger (king_james) wrote in wariscoming,
James hadn't been expecting the clapping when he he surfaced. However, because he was a normal human male and well, because he was James, he grinned widely at the applause. He couldn't help grinning a bit more when he saw who it was. However, that was all that happen. Not even much of an appreciative look. Although there was plenty to appreciate. Not even the strange tattoo kept her from being a stunningly, good-looking woman. However, the entire fact that he had a Claire was surprisingly good at keeping his appreciative glances at other females rather short in glancing. He might know what he and Claire were exactly but James was loyal.
When she said she could do better, James quirked a slightly challenging brow. He looked a bit doubtful but he knew better than to judge a woman, whether on size or general appearance. After all look who his family was? And his house had been Gryffindor. Full of females who liked to defy the norm. On his final year his Head Girl had been a Ravenclaw who should have been a Slytherin. He knew who Minerva McGongall was. And if all of that hadn't managed to stamp it out of James that girls could do anything boys could do if not better ... well, being in this place for the better part of a year DID tend to do that. Which was why his doubtful look was brief and why he moved back slightly to give her some room.
James hadn't expected the splash she had made; however. Not at bloody all. "What the bloody hell!?" He exclaimed as he managed to rub some of the water off his face and eyes. "Was that!?" It wasn't quite clear if he wanted to be impressed or irritated. With James, right now, it could go either way.