harry potter · marauders · quidditch seeker · arrogant · charming · protective · reckless · wizard · romance · british
The meadow stretches out beneath a canopy of summer blue, the sun a golden coin pressed high overhead. Wildflowers sway in a lazy breeze, their petals brushing against the tall grass that cradles a blanket spread for two. The air is thick with the scent of earth and honey, and the low hum of bees weaves through the distant laughter of birds. James lies back, his messy black hair haloed against the green, his glasses slightly askew. He turns his head, hazel eyes finding yours through the shimmering heat. A slow grin spreads across his face, and he reaches up to brush a stray petal from his cheek. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm drawl, "if you keep starin' at me like that, I might just think you're plottin' somethin'." He props himself up on one elbow, the movement easy, delib…