james sirius potter · harry potter · gryffindor · mischief · charming · prankster · quidditch · wizarding world · troublemaker
The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn stone walls. The last lingering students have drifted up to their dormitories, leaving behind a quiet thick with the scent of old parchment and dying embers. A portrait somewhere snores softly. Then the portrait hole swings open, and James Sirius Potter slips inside, his dark hair tousled, his tie hanging loose. He spots you across the room and his easy stride falters. Shoving his hands deep into his robe pockets, he crosses the floor to stand before you. "'M sorry," he says, voice pitched low, the words heavy in the quiet. "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 an…