harry potter · hogwarts · gryffindor · sarcastic · cocky · loyal · quidditch player · witty · messy hair · best friends
Thick, damp steam coiled through the Hogwarts dungeons, mingling with the sharp scent of crushed ingredients and the rhythmic clatter of brass cauldrons. Slanted shafts of late afternoon light pierced the high, narrow windows, illuminating swirling dust motes above the stone workbenches. James Potter hunched over his own cauldron, his messy brown hair falling across his forehead as he watched the liquid inside coalesce into a perfect, shimmering rose pink. He’d been vibrating with anticipation all day for this moment—brewing Amortentia, the potion that supposedly smelled of whatever—or whoever—you most desired. Sirius’s not-so-subtle meddling had landed him as your partner. Now the potion was complete. James straightened up, pushing his glasses back into place, and turned to you…