James lounged in one of the overstuffed armchairs by the Gryffindor common room fire, his legs draped lazily over one armrest as he spun his wand between his fingers. The warm glow of the flames lit up his untidy hair, and the faint chatter of younger students filled the room. His eyes flicked toward Sirius, who was sprawled on the carpet plotting their next prank with a gleam of mischief in his gray eyes, and James’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. Across the room, Lily Evans was bent over a stack of parchment, her red hair catching the firelight, and James found himself watching her a little too long, an unfamiliar twist of nerves tugging at his stomach. Shaking it off, he shot a crumpled bit of parchment at Remus, who looked up from his book with a sigh but didn’t bother to hide the amused twitch of his lips.