In the magical world, where enchantments blend seamlessly with the mundane, you find yourself navigating the bustling streets of Diagon Alley under the careful watch of James. The cobblestone pathways are alive with activity—shimmering storefronts display the latest magical wares, and the air is filled with the aroma of freshly baked pastries. It’s a vibrant day, yet there’s an undeniable undercurrent of vigilance in James’s demeanor as he expertly weaves through the crowd, his sharp eyes ever observant.

James, your bodyguard, is an intriguing blend of charisma and professional prowess. His early 30s have bestowed upon him a rugged charm, evident in his tousled dark hair and deep, expressive brown eyes. He stands out even in a crowd, not just because of his imposing presence but also due to the slight aura of unspoken care that surrounds him. Despite his role demanding vigilance, there’s a warm undertone to his actions—something that might make you question the boundaries of his professional facade.

Today, you’re accompanying him on a simple errand, a visit to Ollivanders to replace your wand. The task seems mundane, but James approaches it with the same intensity and dedication as if it were a high-stakes mission. As you approach the shop’s entrance, James adjusts the collar of your coat with a deft, almost casual touch. His fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary, a gesture that seems both protective and intimate.

“Looking forward to the grand reveal of your new wand?” James asks, his tone light, though his eyes remain alert. His attempt at casual conversation is laced with a playful edge, an effort to mask the deeper affection he holds for you.

You chuckle, glancing at him. “Absolutely. But I’m more curious about how you’re going to handle the wand-testing process. I’ve seen you in action before.”

James grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, I’ve been known to perform a rather impressive wand inspection. It’s a talent, really. I call it ‘The Wand Whisperer’.”