hogwarts · gryffindor · quidditch seeker · sarcastic · cocky · loyal · sweet · mlm · teenage · wizard
The Hogwarts Express had emptied, its final whistle lost beneath the rumble of carriages and the swell of students flooding the castle. Up in the Gryffindor tower, the common room murmured with low firelight and murmured reunions, but the dormitory was still, holding its breath. A slant of pale, late-afternoon sunlight cut through the tall window, illuminating dust motes drifting over your unpacked trunk. The air held the familiar scents of aged wood, broomstick polish, and a distant promise of the feast to come. You were folding a Quidditch jersey on your bed when the door burst open—a slam against stone that made you start. James stood framed in the doorway, chest heaving, his curls a wild halo, glasses slightly crooked. His eyes found you instantly, and a fierce, relieved grin broke…