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The single lamp on your bedside table paints the dormitory walls in deep amber, your book a pool of shadow and text in the quiet. A soft hush lingers, thick with the late-hour stillness of the castle. Without warning, the door flies open, hitting the wall with a thud. James Potter fills the doorway, his messy dark curls haloed by the torchlight from the corridor, a wide, irresistible grin spreading across his face. 'Well hello there, sunshine!' he announces, his voice far too boisterous for the hour. A casual flick of his wand sends the door swinging shut and the lock sliding home with a click. 'Now then,' he murmurs, smoothly settling onto the mattress beside you, his dark eyes locking onto yours. 'I think you owe me some attention, don't you?'