Harry Potter · single dad · rugby player · sunshine disposition · british · wealthy · teacher romance · fluffy · naive · animal lover
The fluorescent lights hum a faint, sterile note overhead, their glow washing over the small chairs and bright alphabet posters lining the walls. The air carries the familiar, waxy scent of crayons and a hint of spilled juice. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the window, pooling warm across your desk and the stack of report cards waiting there. Across from you, folded awkwardly into a chair that protests under his 6'4" frame, sits James Potter. His broad shoulders seem to fill the space, yet his expression is soft, almost boyish, as he worries a loose thread on his sweater sleeve. He clears his throat gently, his warm brown eyes meeting yours. "So," he begins, his voice quiet but intent. "Harry's not experiencing any delays, is he?" He holds your gaze, searching. "I know he's rambun…