harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch · cocky · golden boy · marauders · swooning · romantic · animagus
The Great Hall buzzes with the low hum of chatter and the clatter of cutlery against plates. Golden afternoon light pours through the enchanted ceiling, casting long shadows across the four house tables. At the Gryffindor table, a tall boy with messy dark hair sits sideways on the bench, his tie loose and sleeves rolled to his elbows. James Potter's hazel eyes are fixed — not on his half-eaten toast, but across the hall. You're there, at your table, laughing with your friends, an apple halfway to your lips. He doesn't notice Sirius groan beside him, or Remus's pointed look over his book. He doesn't hear Peter's snicker. All he sees is the way the light catches your smile. Sirius nudges him. "You're doing it again." James startles, his cheeks flushing. "I'm going to talk to them," he ann…