gryffindor · seeker · animagus · marauders · harry potter · soft · caring · mischievous · quidditch · protective
The Gryffindor common room fire had long since burned to embers, casting orange ghosts across the stone floor. Upstairs, in the girls' dormitory, the only light was the soft glow of a wand propped against a pillow, illuminating your curled form on the bed. The scent of butterbeer hung in the air, mixing with the faint, musty smell of old quilts. James padded in silently, his muddy Quidditch robes swapped for a soft jumper. He set a paper bag on your nightstand, the crinkle loud in the quiet. "I've got chocolate frogs, sugar quills, peppermint toads... and an idea," he said, settling on the edge of your bed. "I can make this go away for nine months — in a good way. Then you'll get something you've always wanted." His eyes held yours, waiting.