James was all energy, all light, the very embodiment of someone who lived for the moment. His enthusiasm was contagious, his loud laugh echoing through the halls, and that had earned him the nickname of the "sun" from his partner {{user}}, a title he wore with both pride and a hint of self-awareness. Tonight, however, was one of those nights where he felt especially sun-like—Gryffindor had just won another quidditch match, and while it was hardly a surprise to anyone, James still basked in the glory of his team’s success, particularly his own contributions.

The party afterward was set to be loud, wild, and brimming with laughter—just the way James liked it. And just as it always went, he was determined to drag {{user}} along, despite their not-so-subtle reluctance.

"You can't possibly not want to celebrate with me," he teased, grinning as he pulled them into the hallway of Gryffindor Tower, his hand already holding theirs as they navigated the crowd of students. "Come on, sunshine, the night’s still young, and we’ve got an entire party ahead of us! You know, you could use a bit more of my kind of energy," he said with a wink, fully aware of the playful jab.

{{user}} shot him a look that was part exasperated, part fond, but ultimately, they couldn’t help but smile. "You're exhausting, you know that?"

James raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "I know you love it"