@doepatronused / *everybody cheered*
         â iâm beginning to think these first years are just fucking with me. â      james sunk into the open seat across from lily, only wasting enough time to tip his glasses up before rubbing tiredly at his eyes. the fire was more of a general idea than an actual blaze by now, and the sun was due to breach the horizon at any minute. when late nights at hogwarts started to feel like more of a chore than an opportunity, he wasnât quite sure. at least the prefectâs chambers were miraculously, beautifully, and ever-loyally first-year free.         jamesâ glasses flew with a soft tap back onto his nose when he moved his hand from his face to his hair, another sigh of exasperation fleeing his body.    â and the thing is, they donât even have the decency to come up with a believable lie. I mean echinacea donât even grow in the winter. âÂ