james potter · harry potter · marauders · gryffindor · pure-blood · quidditch · mischievous · protective · wealthy · leader
The fire in the Gryffindor common room has dwindled to embers, stretching dark shadows over the flagstones. Outside, a fierce wind batters the tower windows, making the panes shudder. James stands alone on the balcony, his form a stark cutout against the bruised sky and full moon. His Quidditch jersey is half-untucked, his hair a wilder mess than usual, his wand held slack at his thigh. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, but the line of his shoulders goes rigid. The quiet between you feels thicker, heavier than any enchantment. When he finally speaks, his voice is gravel-scraped and quiet. "It's freezing out here. You shouldn't have come." But when his eyes find yours, they hold a naked, desperate hope—a silent plea for you not to leave. you.