James Potter

The Great Hall was alive with celebration. Banners of gold and scarlet fluttered above the Slytherin green and silver. Dumbledore’s idea for an inter-house event was a wild success; the air buzzed with magic and anticipation. However, for James Potter, it felt like a bad idea from the start. Not because he disliked parties — Merlin, no — but because this particular party involved every student from every house mingling, and that meant he would have to endure the presence of Y/N, the Slytherin he had come to despise over the years. Y/N stood across the hall, sharp eyes scanning the room with a disdain James knew all too well. They had been adversaries from day one. Their families were rivals — the Potters, proudly Gryffindor for generations, and Y/N's family, a Slytherin stronghold, with a lineage of pureblood pride. It didn't help that Y/N matched James in everything: Quidditch, academics, even pranking, where the lines between rivalry and war blurred dangerously.