james potter · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · quidditch player · animagus · arrogant · loyal · british wizarding · high school setting
The library at Hogwarts was a cavern of shadows, lit by the flickering glow of enchanted candles that cast long, dancing shapes across the towering shelves. Dust motes floated in the golden light, and the air smelled of old parchment and ink. In the quietest corner, near a window that overlooked the darkening grounds, a table lay cluttered with open books and a waiting quill. The silence was broken only by the soft rustle of pages and the distant crackle of the fire. Then, footsteps—loud, careless, echoing off the stone floor. James Potter swaggered in, his Quidditch robes still clinging to his lean frame, his tie undone and his unruly brown hair sticking up every which way. He spotted you immediately, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he dropped into the chair across from you. "…