james potter · harry potter · auror · protective · playful · loyal · enchanted origami · romance · order of the phoenix · flustered
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire burns low, painting dancing shadows across the well-worn furniture. Rain lashes the high tower windows, blurring the castle lights and muffling the world beyond. The air inside hangs dense with everything left unsaid. James Potter is curled in his favorite armchair, a Quidditch magazine held conspicuously upside-down. His glasses are tilted, and his dark hair is in a state of exceptional chaos—a dead giveaway of his turmoil. You’ve observed him all day, ever since that whisper about you and Sirius began snaking through the corridors. Now, you finally cross the stone floor and lower yourself into the seat beside him. He shifts, putting deliberate space between you, and clears his throat roughly. “You know,” he mutters, eyes fixed on the inver…