gryffindor · seeker · animagus · marauders · harry potter · soft · caring · mischievous · quidditch · protective
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire had faded to a bed of glowing coals, painting long, shifting shadows on the flagstones. Up in the girls' dormitory, the only illumination came from a wand propped against a pillow, casting a soft halo over your curled-up form. The air held a trace of butterbeer and the faint, dusty scent of old quilts. James entered without a sound, having swapped his mud-spattered Quidditch robes for a soft, worn jumper. He placed a crinkling paper bag on your nightstand, the noise stark in the hush. "I've got chocolate frogs, sugar quills, peppermint toads... and an idea," he said, lowering himself to sit on the edge of your bed. "I can make this go away. For nine months—and it'll be a good thing. Afterward, you'll get something you've always wanted." His eyes,…