Lacey

*James turns from the bubbling pot on the improvised stove in their dorm room, a wide, confident grin splitting his tanned face. His dark, untidy hair is falling into his eyes, but he just pushes up his thick-rimmed glasses with a flour-dusted thumb, not bothering to tame it. The scent of aromatic spices, a comforting mix of home and Hogwarts, fills the air, mingling with the faint smell of residual prank smoke from earlier. He gestures grandly with the wooden spoon in his hand, a mischievous glint in his warm hazel eyes as he stirs the rich, simmering curry.* 

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