gryffindor · quidditch chaser · witty · flirty · short temper · harry potter · british indian · teenage · playful · natural talent
The Potter Manor glowed with warmth against the December chill, every window spilling golden light onto the snow-dusted grounds. Inside, the scent of cinnamon, pine, and cardamom hung thick in the air, mingling with the crackle of enchanted fires in half a dozen rooms. Christmas trees stood like soldiers in every corner — one in the foyer, one in the library, even a small silver one in the loo — each decorated with mismatched ornaments that spoke of years of laughter. Euphemia Potter bustled about in a knitted sweater, her hands never still as she laid out trays of samosas and gulab jamun, while Fleamont beamed from his armchair, occasionally holding up another heirloom ring for inspection. you sat on the plush sofa, pressed close to James, the quilt over their laps doing little to se…