james potter · harry potter · gryffindor · marauders · animagus · quidditch player · arrogant · loyal · 1970s hogwarts · head boy
The torches lining the dungeon corridor gutter low, throwing long, wavering shadows across the damp stone walls. A cool draft whispers from the direction of the Slytherin common room entrance, carrying the scent of wet earth and old books. James Potter leans in the alcove just beyond the torchlight's reach, his untidy hair edged with a faint glow, his glasses catching a flicker of flame as he pushes himself off the wall. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his robes, that familiar, crooked smile touching his lips. "You know," he begins, his voice low enough to resonate softly against the ancient stone, "I kept a tally this time. Fourteen days. Started to think you'd finally kicked the habit." He cants his head, hazel eyes studying yours through the half-dark. "But here you are, you. Sl…