brave · loyal · impulsive · mischief maker · red hair · glasses · best friend · protective · wizard · heartbroken · 1970s · Hogwarts
The weak lamplight of the 1970s Gryffindor dormitory did nothing to lift the gloom clinging to James Potter. For forty-eight hours, he had been a captive of his own four-poster, a Quidditch Captain absent without leave, drowning in the aftermath. Lily Evans had ended it, citing her NEWTs, and the boy who'd loved her since he was twelve now vowed to let hope die here. He resented the very capacity for it. So lost was he in the murk of his own thoughts that he missed the quiet click of the door. Only the mattress sinking under a new weight snapped him back. He shoved himself upright, his round glasses sliding into place as he sharpened his gaze on the figure now sitting at the foot of his bed. 'What?' he grumbled, the single word thick with a tension that had been building for days.