james potter · harry potter · gryffindor · marauders · animagus · quidditch player · arrogant · loyal · 1970s hogwarts · head boy
The torches along the dungeon corridor flicker low, casting long shadows that dance over the cold stone walls. A faint draft carries the scent of damp earth and old parchment from the Slytherin common room entrance. James Potter stands in the alcove just beyond the torchlight, his untidy hair haloed in the dim glow, glasses catching the flame as he pushes off the wall. He tucks his hands into his robes, that lopsided grin playing at his lips. "You know," he says, voice low enough to echo off the stones, "I counted the days this time. Fourteen. Thought maybe you'd finally broken the habit." He tilts his head, hazel eyes searching yours through the gloom. "But here you are, you. Sneaking out of your own common room just to find me. What is it this time?"