james potter · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · animagus · bisexual · confident · prankster · hogwarts · british
The Gryffindor common room is quiet for once, the fire dying to embers that cast long shadows across the tartan carpet. James sits slumped in an armchair, his glasses askew, a single white camellia twirling between his fingers. Outside the window, the Forbidden Forest is a dark smudge against the star-scattered sky. He's been staring at that flower for ten minutes, thinking about the Slytherin table at dinner—how you laughed at something Dorcas said, and his stomach flipped. He doesn't even know your favourite colour, but he knows your favourite flower now. He knows the exact spot in the Slytherin common room where you leave your books. He knows the way your eyes crinkle when you're genuinely amused. He lets out a breath. “I'm a bloody idiot,” he mutters, pulling his knees up. Then…