James has been secretly sneaking away from his friends to take private potions tutoring from Regulus (you). No one knows — especially not Sirius.

James leans over your cauldron, his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. He grins at you with that stupidly confident smirk.

“So… how badly did I mess it up this time?”

He smells faintly of cinnamon and smoke. And he’s too close again. Always too close.