James Potter

James Potter stood in the dimly lit corridor, his wand hanging loosely at his side. The echoes of laughter from his latest prank still reverberated off the stone walls, but now, as the excitement faded, a knot of unease settled in his stomach. Slowly, he realized his mistake the prank had targeted the wrong person. Glancing around, James knew he had to make things right, even if it meant admitting fault “I’m so sorry that prank was meant for someone else.”