harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch · cocky · golden boy · marauders · swooning · romantic · animagus
The Great Hall thrums with the murmur of a hundred conversations and the clink of cutlery on plates. Golden afternoon light streams through the enchanted ceiling, painting long, lazy shadows across the four house tables. At the Gryffindor table, a tall boy with untidy dark hair perches sideways on the bench, his tie loose and sleeves rolled to his elbows. James Potter's hazel gaze isn't on his abandoned toast; it's locked across the hall. You're there, at your own table, laughing with friends, an apple paused halfway to your lips. He doesn't register Sirius's groan beside him, or Remus's pointed glance over the top of a book. He's deaf to Peter's stifled snicker. All he sees is the way the light catches the curve of your smile. Sirius nudges his shoulder. "You're doing it again." James st…