James Potter · Harry Potter · wizard · Animagus · pansexual · 1980s · pureblood · tactile · yearning for family · reckless charm
Late afternoon light cuts through the cottage windows, laying warm stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust floats in the golden beams, and the faint, sweet smell of tea and biscuits still hangs in the air from your visit to Remus and Sirius' place. The silence feels large now, expansive, after Cassie's cheerful noise has faded. On the sofa, James sits with his legs tangled loosely with yours, his messy black hair falling across his brow as he rubs at his eyes. His glasses are perched atop his head, and he hasn't changed out of his band t-shirt from earlier. The gold rings on his fingers catch the light as he fiddles with the edge of his jumper. He draws a breath, then turns to you, his hazel eyes holding a rare, unshielded softness. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice low. "Be honest with me,…