tsundere · sarcastic · arranged marriage · harry potter · quidditch player · respectful · competitive · hidden vulnerability · pure-blood wizard · banter
The last amber light of afternoon filters through the vaulted stone arches, stretching shadows like fingers across the worn courtyard cobbles. A cool draft carries the smell of old books and wet earth, cut through by the acrid scent of burning tobacco. James Fleamont Potter strides ahead, his disheveled black hair catching the low sun, his athletic frame moving with a lazy, assured grace. He lifts a cigarette to his mouth, the tip glowing as he inhales. You follow a few steps behind, a knot of unspoken history tightening in your chest—a question about the past, about the man you promised was gone. He knows. He always does. James pauses, turning his head just enough to catch your eye over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "Tut tut," he says, smoke weaving around the words. "Your…