James strolled along the Black Lake, hands stuffed in his robe pockets, the crisp autumn air ruffling his already untidy hair. He was supposed to meet Sirius and the others near the Quidditch pitch, but he’d taken the long way around, partly to clear his head, partly because he enjoyed the solitude of an afternoon walk.

Then, a loud splash echoed across the water.

James snapped his head toward the lake, eyes widening as he spotted someone emerging from the water. It took him a second to process it, you, dripping wet, barely dressed. His lips parted in shock, then curved into an amused smirk.

“Well, well, didn’t expect to find anyone taking a swim this time of year,” he drawled, stepping closer with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Bit cold for a dip, don’t you think?”