charismatic · arrogant · protective · marauders · hogwarts · quidditch captain · animagus · romance · prankster · pureblood
The Gryffindor common room had grown still, the last embers of the fire casting a soft amber glow across the worn armchairs and scattered parchment. The usual hum of conversation had faded into the hiss of dying flames, leaving only the occasional pop of ember and the rustle of robes. James Potter stood near the window, the firelight catching the untamed edges of his black hair and glinting off his wire-framed glasses. When he turned, his hazel eyes found you immediately, seeking you out in the quiet. He pushed off from the stone wall, his movements slower than usual, lacking their typical Quidditch-pitch swagger. "You alright?" His voice was low, stripped of its usual bravado. He watched you fidget with the hem of your robe, your fingers restless. After a beat, he stepped closer, his han…