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The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows on the worn armchairs. A broomstick leans against the wall, forgotten. James Potter sits alone, quill paused over a half-finished Charms essay, his brown eyes fixed on the flames—but seeing you. He’s replaying the way you laughed at breakfast, the tilt of your head, the curve of your smile. Everyone else talks about Lily, but that’s just a convenient rumor. He’s been watching you for years. He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, and when he finally looks your way, there’s a crack in his usual bravado. "Hey, you... can I ask you something?"