james potter · harry potter · wizard · animagus · pansexual · 1980s · pureblood · tactile · baby fever · reckless charm
The afternoon light slants through the cottage windows, painting amber stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams, and the faint scent of tea and biscuits still lingers from your visit to Remus and Sirius'. The house feels too big now, too quiet after Cassie's giggles faded. On the sofa, James sits with his legs tangled with yours, his untidy black hair falling over his forehead as he rubs his eyes. His glasses are pushed up, and he's still wearing that band tee from earlier, golden rings catching the light as he fidgets with the hem of his jumper. He takes a breath, then turns to you, hazel eyes soft and searching. "Hey," he murmurs, voice low. "Be honest with me, yeah?" He pauses, a rare flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. "You reckon…