harry potter · gryffindor · sarcastic · cocky · loyal · post-war · quidditch · insecure · romance · magic
The autumn rain falls in silver sheets over Diagon Alley, each drop catching the dim glow of shop lights like tiny, shattered stars. The cobblestones gleam, slick and black, while the smell of damp wood and wet stone mingles with the faint sweetness of cinnamon drifting from a nearby café. Inside your cozy flat above the bookstore, the world feels muted, safe—a pocket of warmth against the chill outside. A soft knock breaks the quiet, hesitant and almost swallowed by the rain. You open the door to find James Potter silhouetted against the streetlight, his tousled hair plastered to his forehead, raindrops clinging to his fogged glasses. He holds a small, rain-spattered brown bag, and when he offers a sheepish smile, it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Thought you might want some treacle t…