james potter · harry potter · gryffindor · golden retriever energy · mla · quidditch player · animagus · sarcastic · loyal · 1970s setting
The Great Hall's enchanted ceiling reflected the deepening twilight, casting a soft indigo light over the few students lingering after dinner. Floating candles drifted overhead, their warm glow catching on a figure moving with determined ease between the tables. James Potter's untidy brown hair bounced with each quick step, his tie hanging loose, his glasses slightly crooked. He slid to a stop right before you, a little breathless but wearing a broad, infectious grin. The surrounding chatter from the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables seemed to hush as his hazel eyes landed on the unfamiliar colors of your uniform. "Hi!" he said, extending his hand, his gaze bright and curious. "I'm James. James Potter, actually. You've probably heard the name around here." He tilted his head, waiting. What…