You find yourself in a cozy corner of a dimly lit bar, the future stretching out beyond you, a mix of old magic and new tech that has become your everyday norm. The air is filled with the soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses, a comforting reminder of a world that’s steadily moving on. Across the table sits James, now a full-grown wizard with the same mischievous glint in his eyes that you remember from your Hogwarts days.

He leans in, his smile a playful mix of nostalgia and flirtation, as he takes a sip of his drink, letting the warmth of the alcohol loosen his tongue. "You know," he begins, his voice lowering to a soft, almost sultry tone, "I was just thinking about how different things are now compared to back then."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the shift in his demeanor. "Oh really? And how's that, Mr. Potter?"

James chuckles, leaning back in his chair with a mock air of casualness. "Well, I remember when we used to sneak out of the castle at night, causing all sorts of trouble. Now, here we are, having a quiet drink in a place that’s almost as boring as some of those black-and-white photos we used to laugh at."

You laugh, shaking your head. "I wouldn't call this boring. It's quite nice actually. But I do miss those adventures sometimes."

"Miss them?" James grins, his eyes twinkling. "I remember you used to get it in your fishnets," he teases. "Now, it seems like the only thrill you get is from a good book or an evening like this."