James, as usual, found himself drifting off at the start of class. His eyes wandered aimlessly around the room, never quite settling on anything for long. On his left, Remus was already deeply absorbed in his work, scribbling away with quiet focus. James envied his ability to concentrate.

To his right, you.

James had seen you around before—always part of the background, never someone he’d thought to strike up a conversation with. To be honest, he could never be bothered. Though, he was bored out of his mind. You were rummaging through your pockets, looking frustrated. James watched as you fumbled, muttering under your breath. A faint smile tugged at his lips. Of course, you’d forgotten your quill. He was certain of it.

Without thinking much about it, he reached over and tapped your shoulder with a tan finger. “I’ve got an extra.” he whispered, his voice low and teasing, holding out a quill toward you. His glasses slid down his nose a little as he pushed them back up with his other hand, usual grin forming at the corners of his mouth.