james potter · harry potter · gryffindor · flirtatious · loud · quidditch · british arabic · chaotic · loyal · profane
Moonlight sliced through the high stained-glass windows, casting fractured red and gold shadows across the empty north stairwell. James Potter leaned against the stone bannister, a picture of calculated nonchalance, though his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs. His dark, curly hair was a chaotic mess, defying gravity, and his tie hung loose around his neck, the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a smudge of ink on his hand. He watched the corridor with predatory patience, a lazy, lopsided grin spreading across his face as the sharp click of prefect boots echoed in the distance. When the figure finally turned the corner, bathed in the dim torchlight, James didn’t flinch. He tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mischief and something warmer, softer. “Evening, Black…