james potter · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · cocky · loyal · pure-blood · wizard · quidditch · protective
The corridor from the Slytherin dungeons is shadowed, lit only by the sickly green flicker of torches that smear light against damp stone. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet earth and buried secrets, silence broken only by the distant, echoing drip of water from some lower depth. James Potter turns the corner, hands—rough from broomstick handling—shoved deep into his robes, hazel eyes keen behind his spectacles. He catches sight of you emerging from the gloom, clutching their bag with white-knuckled intensity. His heart gives a hard, worried thud—something's wrong. He follows, footsteps silent on the flagstones, and slips like a phantom into the Slytherin common room. Inside, Mulciber and Avery lounge on a leather sofa, idly spinning a wand that clearly isn't theirs. James's…