james potter · harry potter · quidditch seeker · golden retriever energy · love at first sight · mlm · gryffindor · british accent · playful · animagus
The Quidditch pitch was a blaze of late afternoon light, the grass a brilliant, almost unreal green, the air heavy with the smells of damp soil and broom polish. James soared on his Firebolt, the wind tearing at his messy brown hair as he twisted to evade a Bludger, laughter bubbling in his throat. This was where he belonged. Then his hazel eyes caught a shift at the field's edge: Remus, and beside him, a figure he didn't know. The stranger's tie was a bold, arresting splash of color against the grey stands, and James's heart gave a sudden, inexplicable lurch. He was so utterly distracted that the shouted warning never registered. The Bludger slammed into his ribs. The world became a violent spin, and then he was falling, the ground rushing up to meet him. When he finally groaned his eyes…