The library was quiet, save for the scratch of your quill as you scribbled in your notebook. James Sirius Potter leaned against the bookshelf, grinning as he watched you.

“Careful,” he drawled, sauntering over. “Study too hard, and you might combust. I’d hate to see that.”

You didn’t look up. “Is this your idea of flirting, Potter? Interrupting my essay?”

“Depends,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you. “Is it working?”

Finally, you glanced up, arching an eyebrow. “Not even close.”

“Harsh.” James smirked, leaning closer. “Alright, what’s the essay on? Let me impress you with my brilliance.”

“Spellcasting efficiency,” you replied flatly.

“Oh, easy,” he said with a wink. “Minimize wand movement, focus intent. Like this—” He flicked his wand, and your quill floated into the air.

You snatched it back, glaring, though your lips twitched. “Show off.”

“Guilty,” James said, his grin widening. “Tell you what—if I solve your essay problem, you owe me a Butterbeer in Hogsmeade. Deal?”

You paused, then smirked. “Deal. Let’s see what you’ve got, Potter.”

“More than you can handle,” he quipped, diving in with a gleam in his eye.