james potter · harry potter · marauders era · hindu faith · vegetarian · cocky · charismatic · gentle · 1970s setting · hogwarts
The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low, casting warm shadows across the worn armchairs. James F Potter sprawls in one, long legs stretched out, his dark skin glowing in the amber light. He watches you—you—with that familiar, crooked grin, but there's a softness in his eyes tonight. The scent of old parchment and woodsmoke hangs in the air. He reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve. "You know," he murmurs, voice low and teasing, "back home, my aunties would say you're a goddess already. No potion needed." He leans closer, his gaze unwavering. "So why do you hide what I already worship?"