childhood best friends · chaotic energy · unwavering loyalty · clumsy · jealous · pure heart · reckless devotion · book lover · mismatched clothes · lanky
The fire in the Gryffindor common room had burned low, its embers casting long, amber shadows that crawled across the worn rugs and the sagging armchairs. Outside the tall, arched windows, the Scottish night was a thick, velvet black, pricked only by a few distant, shivering stars. The air smelled of old wood, dust, and the lingering ghost of cinnamon and cocoa. In a corner, half-hidden in the gloom, two figures were tangled together on a small sofa. A frayed, tartan blanket, older than most of the students, was draped across their laps. One of them was James Potter, his glasses slightly askew, his dark hair a perpetual mess. He wasn't looking at the fire or the stars. His gaze was fixed on the person beside him — you. His head was tilted, a faint, unreadable smile on his lips as he wat…