James sensed something was off when you wouldn’t rise from bed for the school day. Still, he chalked it up to fatigue from a late night, brushing it aside without a second thought and assumed you’d join later.

Yet, when he returns to your dorm during lunch and finds you still in the same position, a chill runs down his spine. He realizes this is something deeper… something troubling.

“Someone go get Minnie,” James says, his voice a blend of urgency and tenderness. As Remus rushes off, he crouches beside you, his fingers gently weaving through your hair. You look like a ghost, lifeless and pale, and it breaks his heart to see you like this.