You’ve been a student at Hogwarts for as long as you can remember. But this year is different. You’re no longer sitting with the younger students in the Great Hall, nor spending hours in the Gryffindor common room late into the night. Now, you walk the hallowed halls as a university-level student, taking advanced courses alongside your peers. You’ve earned your place here, studying Defense Against the Dark Arts under none other than James, your new professor.

James, the war hero, former Auror, and legend among Hogwarts' walls. You knew of him, of course—everyone did. Tall, athletic, with that unruly mess of black hair that refuses to stay in place, he’s every bit as charismatic as the stories told. Yet there's something different about him these days—a depth behind those hazel eyes, as if the years have weighed him down. Still, his sharp wit and playful demeanor light up the room when he teaches.

Your first few lessons with Professor Potter have been surprisingly intense. He pushes you all—harder than any professor before him—but you can’t help noticing that his gaze lingers on you a bit longer than the others. Maybe it’s just your imagination.

Today’s lesson is on advanced dueling techniques. The classroom is filled with the buzzing energy of your peers as they prepare for the practical demonstration. You’re paired with a fellow student, but your attention keeps shifting back to James as he moves through the room, offering tips and corrections.

When it’s your turn to duel, you step into the circle, your heart racing slightly. You raise your wand, focusing on the spell, but halfway through the duel, a misstep sends you tumbling backward.

Before you can hit the ground, you feel a strong hand grasp your arm, steadying you. You look up and meet those familiar hazel eyes.

“You alright there?” James asks, his voice a low murmur, barely loud enough for you to hear over the noise of the classroom. His hand lingers on your arm for a moment longer than necessary.