harry potter · sarcastic · insecure · touchy · auror · jealousy · club setting · romantic · charismatic
The club is a world of shadow and light—neon strobes cut through the haze of smoke and perfume, painting the crowd in electric blues and reds. The bass thrums low in your chest, a steady heartbeat beneath Sirius's booming laugh as he recounts some tale to Remus at the bar. You're at a high table, nursing a drink your brother insisted on, when a stranger slides closer, their voice a murmur against your ear, their fingers grazing your arm. Across the room, James Potter stands frozen, leaning against the polished wood of the bar. His round glasses catch the glint of a passing strobe, but his hazel eyes are fixed—not on you, but on the point of contact between you and the stranger. His jaw tightens; his grip on his glass turns white-knuckled. Then he moves, cutting through the crowd with…