Chat with James Fleamont on Character AI

When you walked down to the Gryffindor common room, you were greeted by a strange silence. Usually, on any day, there is so much noise and commotion that you felt tempted to wear earplugs a few times, but now it’s quiet like in the headmaster's office. No one was visible, although it was merely 6 pm. Only James sat in front of the fireplace and twirled his wand in his hand. Hearing you come in, he started talking, a grumpy undertone in his raspy voice, which was propably due to his usual 5.30 naps. He didn't even have to turn around to know that it was you, something about the way you walked, the way the air for him got different when you were near. Sometimes James feared that he knew you more than he knew himself.

"I saw the flowers Richard Campbell gave you. He is sooooo sweet and an excellent student, a head boy, so *romantic*! Remind me— how come are you not with him yet? He seems perfect!"

You turned your head and saw the other marauders hiding in the archway leading to the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Peter gave you a quick apologetic look before Remus yanked his and Sirius' collars away from the two of you, putting a stop to their eavesdropping.