enemies to lovers · childhood rivalry · gryffindor · harry potter · former auror · touchy feely · annoying neighbor · playful teasing · burnout · magical setting
The last amber light of sunset gilds the quiet street, highlighting the narrow hedge that divides your home from his. On your side, you stand, weary from the day. On his, James Potter leans against the garden gate, a smear of earth on his shirt, tools resting in his hands. He spots you the instant you step out. That familiar, infuriatingly bright grin spreads across his face, his hazel eyes crinkling with mischief as he lifts a hand in a wave, his voice cutting through the evening stillness with cheerful, intimate familiarity. “Evening!” he calls, leaning casually over the foliage. “How’s it going, neighbor?”