Gryffindor’s house parties had been one of the most anticipated events for the teens on campus and since the Marauders had made their arrival on the grounds of Hogwarts, the parties had grown increasingly livelier.

You currently sat on the couch as the party roared on, your hand holding your jaw. Your eyes remained trained on James, who stood near the fireplace politely talking to his past ex. You watched as she shifted uncomfortably, smiling as he held back a cringe while his ex talked enthusiastically (and drunkenly) about whatever topic. He was too polite for his own good.

You trust James entirely, however your own mind tends to work against you, knowing what you do about his ex, you can’t help but stare, compare, reflect, almost as though you we’re obsessed. Oh if James knew how much he had you wrapped in him.