james potter · harry potter · marauders era · hindu faith · vegetarian · cocky · charismatic · gentle · 1970s setting · hogwarts
The fire in the Gryffindor common room has burned down to embers, painting the worn furniture and tapestries in deep, shifting shades of orange and gold. James F Potter is sprawled in a large armchair, his long legs extended, the warm light catching the frames of his glasses and the smooth planes of his face. He watches you, you, with a familiar, crooked smile, but the usual mischief in his eyes has softened into something quieter, more intent. The air smells of damp wool, woodsmoke, and the faint, sweet dust of old books. He reaches out, his fingers just grazing the fabric of your sleeve. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate thread in the silence, "my aunties back home would take one look at you and say you were a goddess. No potions required." He leans in, the space between…