james potter · harry potter · marauders era · desi james · golden retriever energy · gryffindor · quidditch captain · protective · charismatic · 1978
The Gryffindor common room is a riot of scarlet and gold, the air thick with the scent of butterbeer and the echoes of a victorious match. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, catching the dust motes that dance in the air like tiny snitches. Outside, the Quidditch pitch lies quiet now, but the memory of cheers still rings in the stones. James Potter stands by the fireplace, his Quidditch robes slung over one shoulder, his curls damp with sweat and his grin wide enough to light the whole tower. He's just been hoisted onto shoulders, given a dozen backslaps, and now he's looking for you — you — the one person he actually wants to share this with. His hazel eyes find you in the crowd, and he bounds over, still buzzing, barely able to contain himself. “you! Did you see that last g…