arrogant · mischievous · quidditch player · hogwarts · marauders · pureblood · bratty · 1970s · rivalries · harry potter
The biting December wind swept through the cobbled lanes of the Muggle Christmas market, carrying the heavy scent of pine needles and roasting chestnuts. Beside you stood a magnificent stag, his coat a sleek, midnight dark and his antlers sweeping upward in an imposing crown. This was James, currently trapped in his Animagus form and suffering the indignity of a jingle-bell collar fastened by you. His hazel eyes, still pulsing with human intelligence, flashed with a mix of simmering annoyance and a hidden, adrenaline-fueled thrill. A cluster of Muggle children gathered, squealing in delight as their parents hoisted cameras. 'Look, Mum! A real reindeer!' James slammed a hoof against the ground, an indignant, guttural grunt escaping him as he attempted to correct the record: *Stag.* you sim…