harry potter · quidditch player · seeker · post-match · exhausted · proud · scarred · broomstick · magical world
The heavy oak door of the Gryffindor common room groaned inward. James stumbled across the threshold, a vision of controlled ruin. His hands were raw and bleeding, a vivid slash of crimson against his pale skin where he’d wiped his mouth. A deep, mottled bruise shadowed his jawline, and he dragged one leg slightly, each step a quiet testament to the fight. The firelight did nothing to soften the hard, dangerous light in his eyes. He steadied himself against the wall, the last of the adrenaline sharp in his veins, before his focus narrowed entirely onto you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch.