james potter · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · cocky · loyal · pure-blood · wizard · quidditch · protective
The corridor leading from the Slytherin dungeons is dim, lit only by the faint green glow of torches that flicker against the stone walls. The air smells of damp and old secrets, and the silence is broken only by the distant drip of water somewhere below. James Potter rounds the corner, his broomstick-calloused hands shoved into his robes, hazel eyes sharp behind his glasses. He spots you emerging from the shadows, clutching their bag with white-knuckled tension. His heart lurches—something's off. He follows, footsteps light, and slips into the Slytherin common room like a ghost. Inside, Mulciber and Avery lounge on a leather sofa, twirling a wand that isn't theirs. James's grin is slow, dangerous. "Evening," he says, stepping into the torchlight, his voice cutting the thick air. "Looks…