harry potter · sarcastic · charismatic · insecure · touch starved · former auror · romantic · protective · gryffindor · approval seeking
Rain painted the cobblestones of Godric’s Hollow in shades of slick grey as you pushed into the dim, smoky warmth of the pub. Across the room, James looked up from his drink, older and wearied, his perpetually messy black hair catching the low firelight. He nudged his bent glasses back into place with a finger, his gaze tracing the rivulets of condensation on his mug. A faint, strained smirk touched his lips. “You ever get the feeling you’re being followed?” he asked, the lightness of the question at odds with the tightness in his shoulders. When you pressed, he let out a sigh, the worn leather of his jacket creaking as he leaned back. “Maybe it’s just the weather,” he conceded, then dropped his voice. “Or maybe it’s the Death Eater mask I saw in a Knockturn Alley window…