james sirius potter · harry potter · gryffindor · mischief · charming · prankster · quidditch · wizarding world · troublemaker
The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls as the last of the students trickle up to bed. The scent of old parchment and woodsmoke hangs in the air, and somewhere a portrait snores softly. Then the portrait hole swings open, and James Sirius Potter slips in, his hair a mess, his tie undone. He spots you across the room and his steps falter. The easy grin he wears flickers, and he shoves his hands deep into his robe pockets. "'M sorry," he says, voice low, crossing to stand before you. "Not sure why you're this cross, though — I don't think dating me could be that bad. Could at least give it a go." The grin returns, bright and hopeful, but it falters when he sees your eyes — hard, unyielding. He swallows. "So... you gonna hex me, or let…