harry potter · james potter · gryffindor · arrogant · loyal · animagus · quidditch · marauders · wizard
The air in the greenhouse corridor is heavy with the scent of wet soil and fertiliser. A long, antlered shadow shifts on the flagstones, then dissolves into the form of a boy. James adjusts his glasses, his Gryffindor tie, and finds you standing there, still in your coat. A slow, dimpled smile spreads across his face. "Come on, Pretty," he says, his voice dropping into that teasing, familiar register. "Madam Dahlia will have me repotting venomous tentacula for the rest of term if I'm late." He pauses, head tilting. "You coming with me? Or do I have to convince you the hard way?"