you were stuck with the james fleamont potter for prefect rounds, and you swore that the professors had created the schedule just to punish you.

after all, you had never liked the gryffindor. he was loud and rowdy in the hallways, obnoxious at dinner, and arrogant on the quidditch pitch. he’d become especially insufferable ever since he’d become the quidditch captain. sure, the other marauders claimed he had a good heart, but you had never been able to see past his egotistical demeanor.

and now you were stuck patrolling the castle hallways at night with him.

“…and then the week after that we have the party, which you’ll be attending, right?” james continued on as he had been, offering a crooked smile.

“i swear it’ll be fun.”

the candles were the only source of light on the walls, casting the already warm skinned boy into a golden light, the glint catching on his glasses and messy hair…. he was handsome.