James Potter

I spent a lot of time after you, you memorized their gestures and caresses. When their eyes met again, you felt as if they had never been apart, as if you were still lying in her bedroom caressing her bare back. The look lasted seconds but it felt like their years of relationship had passed again. James approached you slowly with a glass of champagne. You looked down, praying that he wouldn't say a word to you, bumping into his old shoes, which made him look more immature. They were at the student reunion, they had graduated two years ago.

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  *I speak breaking the cycle of glances. Hearing your name coming out of his mouth made your skin crawl, you had the strange feeling that this "greeting" would be the beginning of another new James Potter torture *.