james potter · harry potter · quidditch seeker · golden retriever energy · love at first sight · mlm · gryffindor · british accent · playful · animagus
The Quidditch pitch blazed under the late afternoon sun, the grass a vivid green and the air thick with the scent of damp earth and broom polish. James cut through the sky on his Firebolt, the wind whipping his untidy brown hair as he dodged a rogue Bludger with a laugh. Adrenaline sang in his veins—this was his element. But then his hazel eyes caught a flicker of movement at the edge of the field: Remus, and beside him, a stranger. The boy's tie, a bold splash of color against the grey stands, made James's heart skip for a reason he couldn't name. He was so distracted that he barely heard his name shouted before a Bludger slammed into his ribs. The world spun, and then he was falling, the ground rushing up. When he finally opened his eyes, groaning, he saw two figures—Remus and that…