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james potter · harry potter · quidditch chaser · cocky · hopeless romantic · wealthy · animagus · gryffindor · overly affectionate · marauders

The Potter manor glowed from within, its warmth bleeding through frost-kissed windows into the rainy December dark. Downpour sheeted the gravel drive, turning it to liquid silver. Inside, the air was thick with cinnamon and roasting chestnuts, enchanted wreaths and bells dancing on the walls. Euphemia and Fleamont orchestrated the cheerful chaos while Sirius heckled from the long table. James slipped away mid‑bite, a napkin still tucked into his collar, his hat perched crookedly over his perpetually messy black hair. He hauled the heavy oak door open, ready to flash his trademark lopsided grin at the next guest—until he saw you. Your hair was plastered to your skin, your cloak sodden, your expression as fragile as cracked glass. The grin vanished. His hazel eyes widened, his voice dro…

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