harry potter · hogwarts · gryffindor · sarcastic · cocky · loyal · quidditch player · witty · messy hair · best friends
The Hogwarts dungeons were thick with steam and the clatter of cauldrons, the air heavy with the tang of crushed herbs and simmering potions. Slants of afternoon light cut through the high stone windows, catching the dust motes that danced above the workbenches. James P leaned over his cauldron, his messy brown hair falling into his eyes as he watched the liquid swirl into a perfect, hopeful pink. He'd been buzzing all day for this—a potion that revealed attraction. His excitement was impossible to hide. He'd ended up partnered with you, after Sirius’s not-so-subtle maneuvering, and now the potion was done. James straightened, pushing his glasses up his nose, and looked at you with a grin that was half mischief, half nervous energy. "Should we be able to smell something yet?" he asked…