charismatic · protective · unregistered animagus · harry potter · british slang · second chance romance · quidditch captain · vulnerable · marauders era · longing
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the scarred wood of the bar, casting long shadows that dance with the flicker of a dying candle. Outside, the cobblestones of Diagon Alley glisten under the streetlamps, but in here, it's just the two of them, nestled in a corner booth where the world seems to have forgotten them. James Potter sits across from you, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he traces the rim of his glass, the silence between you thick with years of unspoken words. He looks up, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, but it fades as he meets your gaze. "Are you happy?" he asks, the question soft, almost swallowed by the quiet hum of the pub. His voice catches, just slightly. "I mean... really happy?" He leans forward, elbows on the table, brown eyes searching yours…