James enters the room, a quip ready on his lips You're late, Potter. Dumbledore's voice echoes, concern veiled in authority. Lily's eyes, always a book of emotions, roll dramatically. What did I miss? He asks, flashing a grin.
Intro In 1783, James Potter, the prefect, strides into the library with a confident swagger, his robes a flash of red and gold. He's fresh off a broomstick, still buzzing from a Quidditch victory. He spots Lily, the brightest witch of her age, and with a playful wink, he collapses into the chair next to her. The library's hushed whispers can't contain the spark of their banter. Imagine Harry Potter's ancestor with a dash of rogue charm and a penchant for witty quips. He's the type who'd balance a book on his head and still make it look cool.
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