I was ambitious when I moved this blog strictly to tumblr with the daily prompts, because I really wanted to see the love for James explored widely, but I can’t continue the prompts this month. I feel guilty when I can’t reblog, and my current mental health as well as my partners physical health are making this app next to impossible to monitor.
Thank you to everyone who has participated over the last few months, and if you want somewhere else to scream about our beloved James, please please come join the strutting stag (18+/dead dove friendly).
wreck - November 25th - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 230
"Potter!"
The slightly-familiar voice called to him from down the corridor, and he turned to see black-green hair moving toward him in the crowd. Anxiety immediately pooled in his stomach.
"Alright, Crouch?" James asked, trying to put on false cheeriness, even as he looked in his peripheral vision for escape routes.
"Fantastic," Barty deadpanned, pulling out his wand and holding it at his side, enough of a threat to make James on-edge. "How long have you been hooking up with my best friend? And don't lie," he added as James tried to protest.
Letting out a sigh, James bit his lip. "Four weeks," he mumbled under his breath. "Our month-a-versary is this Friday."
Crouch, however, seemed to do a double-take at that. "Your month-a-? Salazar. You're serious about him?" he demanded, eyes narrowed.
"Yes," James breathed, hoping the other boy could sense the truth in his words. Not that he wanted to get hurt, but it was also important to him that Regulus's friends knew that he cared.
Barty gave him a long, terrifying, searching look before letting out a long-suffering sigh. "Fine. But if you hurt him, I'll wreck you."
James wanted to point out that from here, it seemed he was more likely to get hurt, but instead he said, "Right."
Barty just nodded and put his wand away. "You're alright, Potter," he said as he walked away.
assumption - November 24th - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 235
Regulus was drunk. Not messy, black-out, embarrassing drunk. Just warmth-in-his-stomach, more-likely-to-talk drunk. Which was probably the only reason the conversation happened in the first place.
Most of their friends were passed out or already gone, but he was far too happy sitting on the couch, enjoying the pleasant buzz in his chest and the blur on his eyes. Indeed, it took him a moment to even realize Potter was near him.
But when he did, he immediately frowned and turned to the boy, trying to ignore the way his heart kicked into triple-time, as it always did, around him. "Shouldn't you be off with some girl?" he demanded, and not too nicely.
Potter just smirked. "Some girl?"
"Yes. You should be with a girl. Shouldn't you? Always with some bloody girl." Oh. Maybe he was drunker than he thought. It was too late now. He was too busy pouting at his own statement.
But the other boy just gave him a searching look. "What about a boy?" he asked, his voice much softer than before.
Regulus blinked for several moments before responding. "I...I though you only liked..."
"Well. Sounds like a wrong assumption on your part, doesn't it?" Potter asked, but he didn't sound angry. "I...have my eyes on a bloke at the moment right now, actually."
It took Regulus until the next morning to realize that maybe James told him that for a reason.
failure - November 23 - jegulus raising Harry - @stag-microfic - word count: 312
James sat on the couch with his head in his hand, dejection and misery flooding through his body. "Was it me, Reg? Am I a failure as a dad?"
Soft hands combed through his hair as his husband whispered soothingly to him, "No, James. Of course not."
"But I had such high hopes!" he wailed, flinging his body backward and pressing his hand over his eyes. "Ever since the day he was born, I-"
"I know, love," Regulus murmured, voice quavering. "It's hard, I know."
"And now, he doesn't even have the decency to tell me to my face?" he continued, completely beside himself. "He just sent a letter?"
"Well, love, what was he supposed to do? Wait until the holidays?" Regulus replied softly.
It was only then that James heard it. A small laugh slipping out of Regulus's lips.
His eyes popped open and he sent him a suspicious look, eyes narrowing. "Are you laughing?" he asked, frowning.
"N-no!" Regulus insisted, but a broad grin formed over his stunning face. "I just-" he let out a laugh, pressing his thin fingers over his perfect lips. "I just think it's funny that Harry's turned out to be a Seeker. I mean, he's not even biologically mine, and-"
"Exactly!" James wailed, throwing his hands up. "He was supposed to be a Chaser!"
In an all-out laughing fit now, Regulus said between chuckles, "Well, you know teenagers. They always rebel."
Rolling his eyes, James tried not to pout. But after a moment, he began to think about it. About watching Regulus streak through the sky when they were young. About how amazing it had been to watch. "Seekers are talented," he relented, sighing. "And they get the most points in one go."
"That's the spirit, love," Regulus nodded, still grinning. "Way to be neutral and supportive."
meet - Jegulus - November 20th - @stag-microfic - word count: 332
"Dad?"
James looked up from his book to see his sixteen-year old son standing awkwardly in the doorway, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there. "What's up, Haz?" he asked gently, placing the hardcover down on the table and patting the empty space on the couch.
Harry sat down gingerly and frowned, green eyes troubled. "Don't laugh, alright?"
"Of course," James nodded, frowning. "What is it?"
"Remember when you used to read me stories, when I was little? About people who would go out and meet 'the one' and fall in love at first sight, and everything ended happily ever after?" Harry asked, still looking uncomfortable.
James nodded, not understanding. "Yes...why?"
"What if it's...not like that?" Harry mumbled, looking down at his hands and shifting awkwardly. "Does that mean it's not right?"
Dawning comprehension flooded through James and he tried to answer without seeming too eager. He didn't want to embarrass Harry, after all. "Prongslet, those were stories. You know that your Pa and I didn't fall in love at first sight, right? I mean...he bloody hated me!"
Harry chuckled at that and met his eyes for a moment before again frowning. "But you were an obnoxious arse," he pointed out.
"I was," James nodded, suppressing a laugh.
"And I was a stuck-up twat."
Both Harry and James turned to see Regulus in the doorway, a smile on his face. The shorter man joined the two on the couch and spoke again.
"Harry, love isn't like the stories. It doesn't always fall into place. But if you both want it and work at it, then it's usually worth it," Regulus said, looking over Harry's shoulder to give James a small smile.
Harry nodded and sighed. "Alright. Thanks."
James couldn't resist. "Is he a Slytherin, then?" He asked knowingly.
Green eyes shot up to meet his, a shocked look on his son's face. "How'd you know?" Harry demanded.
It was Regulus who burst out laughing. "Like father, like son," he chortled.
A Jilypad domestic entry for @stag-microfic's prompt 19 (scale)
Words: 340
James looked at the numbers on the scale with suspicion, then, for good measure, took off his glasses, wiped them with the fabric of his pyjama shirt, undoubtedly tighter than usual, and put them back on his nose, realizing with horror that nothing had changed. He had gained weight, and quite a bit.
“I told you you were eating more than usual,” Lily gloated from behind the wooden door, when his silence lasted long enough to be an undeniable confirmation of her theory.
“Don’t worry Prongs, you’ll still be our favourite Quidditch player even with the dad bod,” Sirius added, trying his hardest to hide the relief in his voice. He couldn’t believe he really fell for it, the plan put together so quickly it was mainly based on his best friend’s renowned inobservance in the early hours of the morning.
“Thank you,” Lily murmured, as they went down the stairs. “I know they would’ve given him a new uniform anyway, but I didn’t want all the wives on the team to know I can’t even run a washing machine without causing some kind of damage.”
“My wonderful, capable, and sometimes inexplicably insecure doe, I’m pretty sure none of them knows what a washing machine is, despite the quite self-explaining name,” replied Sirius, placing a stray lock of red hair behind her ear and thus trapping her between his body and the kitchen countertop. He was just about to lean down to graze her lips with his own, as always incredulous but grateful to be able to be so happy and carefree, when a booming voice called him from the small landing.
“Sirius Orion Black, are you perchance kissing my wife while I’m in the middle of a crisis?” James asked, his tone more similar to the one of a spoiled child looking for more attentions than those of a grown adult worried about his non-existent weight gain.
“Perchance,” Sirius responded, probably too quietly to be heard, before drowning out Lily’s laughter with something more passionate than a gentle peck.
weakness - November 18th - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 198
James liked to believe he was a pretty strong person. He trained regularly, was in great shape, and kicked ass at Quidditch. He could even lift Remus in his arms bridal-style when necessary, during difficult full moons.
But even with all of his strength, he still found he had weaknesses.
Or, one weakness:
Regulus Black.
Specifically, Regulus Black in eyeliner.
At first, he thought maybe it had been a happy accident, when the younger boy showed up at a party with kohl smudged around his eyes. But then, Regulus moved closer, a smirk forming over his perfect lips, making James's brain short-circuit and his body tense.
"You know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you?" James murmured as Regulus stopped on front of him, wrapping his arms around his neck and sending him the most suggestive look he'd ever seen.
A low chuckle escaped from Regulus's lips. "Is it a bad thing?" he asked, grinning salaciously.
"No," James answered hoarsely, the honestly pulled from him without his permission.
But to be completely truthful, he didn't care if Regulus knew exactly how affected James was by his presence. As long as James was the one Regulus cared about affecting.
ideal - November 17 - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 577
"Well...it's not ideal," Sirius said, pinching his lips together and staring at the small hotel room.
Regulus let out a snort.
'Not ideal' was an understatement. The room had two queen-sized beds, one bathroom, and zero sense of privacy. This was what he got for letting Sirius book the room.
James, however, seemed to be in good spirits. "It's just for one night," he said bracingly, smiling at all of them. "We'll continue on in the morning, no harm done!"
"Right," Remus nodded, though he looked far less optimistic. "So...how will we do this?"
"I'm with Moony," Sirius said immediately, frowning at the suggestion that anything else would ever happen.
But that meant that Regulus and James...Regulus refused to make eye contact with anyone.
"Is...everyone okay with that?" Remus asked, always the pragmatic one.
"Sure!" James chirped.
Regulus only grunted.
He was the last in the bathroom, and he spent the entire time trying to give himself a pep talk. It was one night. He could keep himself together for one night. He'd been doing fine not giving his feelings away for the entire road trip thus far, it didn't matter that they would be sharing a bed. He would be fine. He could do this.
So he put on his pajamas and went back into the room, finding everyone already in bed and the lights off. Slipping under the covers, he sighed with relief to see that James's back was turned, and be busied himself with scrolling through his phone, trying to calm his racing thoughts. It worked decently well.
Until James rolled over, his hand accidentally coming into contact with the single sliver of bare skin at Regulus's waist. Completely unprepared for the contact, he let out a whimper of surprise.
He felt James freeze. Heard his breath pick up behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut in mortification and begged himself to calm the fuck down and regulate his own damn breathing because how embarrassing could he be?
Until James murmured, "Reg?" And a hand purposely skated over his hip, causing goosebumps to burst over his flesh.
"Fuck," he whispered, biting over his lip to keep from groaning loudly. "James." And he new he sounded wrecked, he knew there was no way he could pretend he wasn't affected by the hand on his hip and the body behind him exuding heat, but he hoped James would just leave it.
Until an arm moved to completely curl around his waist, James's perfect chest pressing forward into his back as he felt himself pulled backward into the heat of his embrace.
"Please tell me you're as glad this happened as I am," James whispered into his ear, his breath hot and his hand tracing lines over Regulus's bare stomach.
He couldn't resist. Turning around in the arms he'd been imagining around him for years, he gazed into hazel eyes and murmured, "It depends. Do you...want it to happen again?" His heart felt like it would burst from his chest as he asked, the anxiety making him almost lightheaded. They couldn't go back from this, he realized.
But James only smiled. "I want this to happen every night, Reg."
Their first kiss was sweet. The chaste pressing of lips together before they pulled apart, grinning happily. It was all that could happen, given the circumstances. But they fell asleep in each other's arms, knowing more would happen very soon. They had all the time in the world.
“Okay, and what’s the plan?” Sirius asked thoughtfully. As they walked thoughtfully the halls to their next class, James and Sirius fell into their normal conversation.
“Well, the ideal plan is to get a partner by then” James explained, obviously stressed by the pressure his parents had unknowingly put on him.
After receiving his weekly letter from home, the normally vibrant boy turned anxious from the comment his parents made about “being so excited to see who he would bring home for Christmas”
James was sure they meant no harm in it, but truth is, he didn’t have anyone to fulfill their wishes.
However, with the thought of disappointing his parents constantly in the back of his mind, he began scheming.
“And if that doesn’t work?” Sirius argued
“Then I’ll just have to find someone who’s willing to fake date me, I’m sure i can-“ a shoulder bumping into his stopped his words from coming out.
James looked over only to find a grey pair of eyes meeting his.
“Watch where you’re going, Potter.” Regulus Black hissed and continued walking away.
James’ eyes stayed static, though, in a complete trance as his mind raced though a million ideas.
“Oh hell no” he heard Sirius behind him complain, knowing exactly what his best friend was scheming.
November 16 - Responsible | @stag-microfic | wc: 845
“We’re going out, Reg.” Sirius hums, finishing putting on his shoes and taking Remu’s helping hand to stand up. He throws his coat over his shoulders, “Don’t burn the house down or die.”
Regulus rolls his eyes, “I’m a responsible adult, Sirius.” He shakes his head, “I think I can take care of myself for a night.”
Sirius doesn’t otherwise respond, but Remus huffs a laugh, “See you later, Reg. I’ll let you know when we’re on the way back.”
“Have a good night, Remus.” Regulus nods as the man shuts the door behind him and Sirius.
He’s tactical about it, especially with the fact that Sirius tends to forget things and makes Remus turn around so he can go back to the flat for whatever random thing it is that Sirius has forgotten. So Regulus waits an hour before finally giving the go ahead text, getting a ‘5 mins’ in response and throwing his phone down on the couch next to him.
True to their word, James is opening the door soon after and closing it behind them. Regulus stands up as he hears the click of the lock sliding back into place. When he makes it to them, James is taking off their shoes, their jacket already hanging on the peg on the coat rack that is explicitly for them. When they straighten, Sirius is quick to pull them into a fierce kiss, James making a noise in surprise before they wrap their arms around his waist and pull him as close as possible.
“How long are they out?” James asks, pulling marginally away from his lips.
Regulus hums, “Dunno. Several hours, but Remus is going to text me when they’re on the way back.”
“And do we want to pretend that I came over not realising they were on a date or?”
“It’ll be late enough that I think we can hide you in my room. If I don’t respond to Remus’ text, they’ll probably assume that I’m asleep.”
James grins, “Works with me, we’ll just move my stuff to your room.” Regulus nods, but doesn’t say anything else in favour of pulling James down into another kiss. They smile into it just a bit, before beginning to corral Regulus towards his room, the younger going easily.
Regulus gets the text from Remus just as they’re finishing up, James having disappeared into the bathroom for a moment to start Regulus a bath. At the text, Regulus calls out to his partner, telling them the news. James emerges from the bathroom a moment later to help Regulus go into the bathroom, settling him down in the bath before going to grab the things that they brought over to hide them away in Regulus’ room. It’s not long before they’re slipping into the bathroom as well, joining Regulus.
They’ve been in the bath for mere minutes when the door to the flat opens and the loud voice of Sirius comes booming through the place, followed by Remus’ more whispered voice telling him to quiet down. And just like that, they’re going into their own room and hopefully just going to sleep.
James leans down just so their lips are right next to Regulus’ ear, “Went smoother than I thought it would.”
“Mm, shut up.” Regulus hums, shivering at the breath against their neck. It only amplifies when James laughs gently, the sound making their chest rumble and their warm breath fan over his body, “I fucking hate you.”
“Not what you were saying twenty minutes ago,” James hums, and Regulus can feel the grin on their face. He pinches their thigh, making them make a sound that they have to muffle in his shoulder.
“Rude.”
“You love it.” And James doesn’t respond, just presses a trail of kisses along his neck and takes a wash rag to start cleaning Regulus up.
They migrate from the bathroom back to Regulus’ room only when the water has grown cold and they’re both nearly asleep, getting into comfortable clothes and quickly falling asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning, Regulus wakes up as James is putting on their clothes from the day prior and sneaking out of his room with their things and out into the rest of the flat. After a couple minutes, Regulus gets up and throws a blanket over his shoulders, slipping his feet into his slippers and heading out of his room.
James is in the kitchen, making food with the kettle on. Regulus goes to make himself some tea, not in the mood for talking. James, however, leans over and quickly pecks his cheek, whispering, “Morning love,” before getting back to work on making breakfast.
By the time that Regulus is settled on a stool at the kitchen island, Remus is coming out of his and Sirius’ room. He doesn’t seem shocked at James’ presence, as it’s normal for them to stop by the flat in the morning. Their morning run takes them right in front of the building and so they tend to just stop in to prepare some breakfast.
responsible - november 16th - just general marauders shenanigans - @stag-microfic - word count: 232
"So," McGonagall muttered, sitting at her desk and massaging her temples tiredly with her hands, "care to explain who's responsible?"
Four pairs of eyes blinked back at her before all of the boys began talking all at once, a mile a minute.
"Well, I think it was Sirius's idea, really, he's such a genius-"
"-said, 'Oh, wouldn't it be so funny if we-?'"
"-of course, then Remus reminded us of that spell you taught us in class last year, remember the one where-"
"- James learned how to do it in about five minutes flat, so smart-"
"-and then Pete, sneaking to Hogsmeade for-"
"-and of course James did amazing with distracting, so-"
"-so useful."
But McGonagall could only look on with an amused expression. "You now you're supposed to deny what you did, right?" she asked, despite herself.
James Potter just gave a little laugh, though. "Professor, we've been going here for five years. I think you know by now that any half-decent prank came from us. Plus," he exchanged glances with his friends, "we worked hard on it. Might as well get the credit we deserve."
And as she took in his grin, McGonagall just sighed, holding back her own smile. "Detentions for all of you tomorrow at seven."
"Aye, aye, captain!" Sirius Black said with a smile and a salute as they all stood and walked toward the door.
pastel - November 15th - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 300
Regulus was not a morning person. He loved the peacefulness and quiet of nights, the way the Earth seemed to still as the sun went down. It made him feel calm and contemplative and almost positive.
Any time before 9am, he felt murdrous.
He was also very clear about that with everyone he met. So he was very confused as to why James Potter was waking him at a 5am on a Saturday.
"Reg! Wake up!"
It was only the third time Regulus had slept in James's dorm. The first time since they'd confessed to Sirius about their relationship. They'd fallen asleep blissfully happy, curled into each other's arms, and Regulus had been quite sure he would be with James Potter forever.
So it was sad, now, that he would have to kill him for this.
"You better be dying," he mumbled, opening one eye a crack to see James standing next to the bed, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
"No..." James answered, looking a bit put out. "No, I just really want to show you...please?"
And Regulus must have gone soft, because James's excited voice and his hopeful look made him actually get out of bed, even at the atrocious hour. "Alright, what is it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.
Smiling, James grabbed his hand and led him to the huge window.
Immediately, Regulus understood.
Outside was the most beautiful sunrise Regulus had ever seen. Pastel pinks and oranges blended into yellows and blues, lighting the sky in a rainbow of colors.
"I just....it was so gorgeous. I wanted to show it to someone gorgeous, you know?" James asked, biting his lip with nerves as he waited for Regulus's reaction.
Wordlessly, Regulus pressed his lips to James's happiness pouring out of him in waves.
“Well, at least you gotta give him credit!” James exclaimed, tilting his head to the side while looking at the wonky colourful shapes drawn on paper, now being hanged in the refrigerator door by a ladybug magnet.
“Yeah, at least my hair looks good” regulus said, not being able to contain his smile at the drawing Harry made at school that day.
The picture contained a tall James potter holding a small replica of himself - except he was wearing a Spider-Man shirt, because that was Harry’s favorite superhero - and using his other hand to hold Regulus’.
Now the artist behind the piece was asleep, while James and Regulus enjoyed making an improvised dinner together.
However, the next morning James would wake up to make breakfast, only to find his bed empty and a sleepy regulus smiling softly at the picture on the refrigerator door at ungodly hours in the morning.
Activity - November 13 - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 218
“...and it can do all sorts of things!” James exclaimed, happily waving his wrist around as he went on. “Send text messages, display photos, even track your heart rate!”
“Why would you want to track your heart rate?” Sirius asked, tilting his head to the side and frowning.
“Dunno, but I can!” James grinned, tapping his watch and showing his best friend a graph. “See? You can see how my heart’s been all day long!”
But Sirius was immediately concerned by a noticable incline in James’s otherwise-steady numbers. “Did you have a bloody heart attack earlier or something?”
“No,” James frowned, turning his wrist to examine the graph. “I didn’t even-” but he cut off his own words, turning bright red. “Oh.”
“Let me see that again,” Sirius mumbled, grabbing James’s wrist and looking closer. “It shot up at eleven this morning! Right before I got back! When you and Regulus were…were alone…” His eyes glazed over as he put the pieces together.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Sirius gave James a death glare.
“Please tell me you and Regulus were fucking exercising or something, Prongs,” Sirius said, his voice low and threatening.
“We were definitely doing some vigorous activity,” James said with a sheepish grin.
“Oh, ew!” Sirius whined, stuffing his head into a nearby couch pillow.
With a soft thunk, a little baby, adorned with a handful of frizzy black hair strands and eyes that looked too light to fade to dark brown, was deposited into Regulus’s arms. His mouth fell open without a sound as his eyes felt as though they were soon to water.
Lily smiled at him, “He’s okay,” she whispered before laying back down in the bed, exhausted from the hours of active labor. James’s hand rested on Lily’s shoulder, squeezing it softly before she reassured him, “Go to your husband, James. Your baby is here,” she offered him a sweet but shaky smile.
James’s eyes pricked with tears as he left her side to kneel by Regulus’s chair and look up at his lover, clutching their newborn baby in his arms. They looked like the most perfect imperfect little group and Regulus wouldn’t have it any other way as James pressed a featherlight kiss to the infant’s forehead.
James’s face spread into a wide smile as he pressed a soft kiss to Regulus’s lips, “What do you want to call him?”
Regulus just shook his head, eyes pinned to the infant in his arms, his fingers brushing over the baby’s cheeks, “How could I ever find something perfect enough?” he whispered, biting his lip nervously.
He looked up and his eyes met the vibrant green of Lily Evans and Regulus felt as though he might cry, “Thank you, Lily. I will never thank you enough,” he murmured reverently.
Lily only smiled, blinking softly, “Someday, I’ll be lucky enough to have one of my own, but right now I couldn’t be happier to bring him to you,” she breathed softly.
thread - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 473 - 11 November
Ever since October James and Regulus were always careful. One too many firewhiskeys had led to them tangled together in James’ four-poster after Gryffindor’s Halloween party. They woke up the next morning, the black and white from James’ skeleton facepaint still smeared on Regulus’ cheeks. Both of the boys realised that it had been a long time coming and decided to try out the whole dating thing. The only problem was that it had been going too well that they were reluctant to tell anyone, lest the relationship they built came crashing down.
Yet here James was. Woken up by Barty and Evan getting ready for breakfast. Panic shooting through his body, he tried to gently shake the younger boy on his chest awake. Regulus only grumbled and nuzzled closer into James’ neck.
“Reckon we should wake him up?” Barty’s voice travelled through the thick curtains of Regulus’ bed. Regulus’ eyes popped open at that. He looked up at James, urgency spilling into his eyes. “Cloak,” he mouthed. James made to find his trousers and shirt but Regulus pinched his side. “No time,” he whispered harshly.
“Yeah he never lets us sleep in,” Evan replied.
“Oi, look,” Barty’s voice was a whisper now, “He’s got someone in there, two pairs of trousers on the floor.”
Regulus has a pained look on his face. Of course in the heat of the moment James didn’t care about where their clothes fell when they saw the dorm was empty last night. James cringed. Luckily he had the sense to tuck his invisibility cloak away on Regulus’ bedside table.
Well pants only it is. James was resigned to his fate as he moved to drape the cloak over his head. Before he disappeared Regulus kissed his cheek and whispered a promise, “Later.”
“”I rate we catch him in the act,” Barty’s voice was closer now, still only a murmur. Evan’s low chuckle was just on the other side of the fabric.
With no warning the curtain flew open and Barty and Evan’s faces appeared only centimetres from where James was sitting on the edge of the bed under the cloak. “Lovely morning eh Reg?” Barty mused.
Regulus scowled at him, “Less lovely now that you’ve woken me up.”
“Oh Regulus don’t play dumb, we know someone else is in here,” Evan quipped.
“Nope, just me.”
The Slytherin boys were standing next to each other with just enough space for a person to slip through. James saw his chance. He tried to thread between them, but Barty was too quick.
“Hello, Potter,” Barty said smoothly, yanking at the air and snagging the cloak.
“How’d you know it was me?” James asked, affronted. Unbothered that he was wearing nothing except tight black pants.
“You need to practice your silencing charms, quite shocking for a seventh year actually,” Evan replied.
