Do I know you? James Potter x reader fic

James Potter, ma'am

I smiled down at my desk, looking at the letters from my best friends. I had already read them twice, but I was rereading them again, out of excitement and nerves. Excitement because I was going back to Hogwarts tomorrow, and nerves because . . . well, I was going back to Hogwarts tomorrow. As I looked down at the paint-splattered, otherwise white desk I used for projects and homework, I fiddled with one of my pencils, absentmindedly using it to scratch off some dried blue spots of acrylic. I was excited to see everyone but obviously nervous to go back after 5 years.
And I was also curious about the new friend group the girls had mentioned in some earlier letters. Apparently, these new friends were all cool with me coming back and hanging out with them, which made me wonder how close they really were if the girls wanted me to join the other friend group. And apparently, Marlene's boyfriend was in this friend group. I was excited for her, and for Alice and Frank, but now Mary and I were the only lonely ones in this group that minded being alone. Technically, Lily was still single, but she was talking to someone, so that doesn't count.
Still, meeting the girls and these new people was a good reason to be happy. I turned my head back to the letters, rereading Alice's tight, curly writing, Lily's incredibly neat calligraphy, Marlene's loopy cursive and Mary's hurriedly scrawled print.
I really was happy for Alice. After pining over this boy for 5 years, they were finally together. I couldn't possibly imagine how ecstatic she must be. Rereading her explanation about Frank, I laughed a bit, before putting it with the other letters I had gotten from her in the past.
I turned my attention to Lily's letter. It was an incredible gift of hers to somehow have plain attitude in her letters, without having to write something sarcastic. And of course her writing looked like a font, she was Lily Evans.
And Marlene. Moving off the topic of her boyfriend, who I was only so interested in because her last 7 letters had been about him, she had gotten a nose piercing. She had sent a picture in a previous letter. The picture depicted her wearing a silver nose ring that suited her immensely.
But going back to this mystery man that made the gorgeous Israeli model so happy, according to Mary, in the letters she had received she was getting full-blown smut. Of course, she had been the one to ask for it, and Marlene had happily obliged. Mary had even asked if I wanted her to send a copy to me, but I wasn't sure I wanted to see that. That could be their thing, the horny bitches.
Thinking of Mary, I turned to her letter. She had come out as gay last year and we of course still supported her, and the mystery friend group did as well, which I was thankful for. Mary didn't need to deal with them leaving or something.
Unfortunately, there had been more than a few homophobes who tried to argue with her, but her response had always been, "Well, I exist and there's nothing you can do about it." Which of course, had become an inside joke between me and her, which we ended every letter with.
I smiled, reading her words, mentally hearing them in the familiar Scottish accent I loved so much. I got up and paced around the room, trying to change into pajamas — or rather, clothes that weren't decent enough to wear outside — at the same time. I nearly died bumping into the wall while trying to pull the small, grey tank top over my head, and I was positive I had broken my shin tripping over my fully packed trunk while trying to pull on my old magenta sweatpants and take off my socks simultaneously.
I sat down in the chair again, clutching my shin in pain, but my thoughts were still racing each other at what seemed like 100 miles an hour.
God, I was more excited than I thought. I stood up once again, wincing at the throbbing ache in my leg and threw myself onto my bed, wringing my hands as though that would tire me out.
I mean, it must have worked somewhere along the line, because I somehow wasn't able to remember anything past that.

6:00 am

I was wide awake now. I had no clue when or how I had fallen asleep but I obviously had. Although I didn't have to leave for another four hours, I jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom. I splashed my face with water, grabbing the toothpaste and some dental floss from the drawer under the sink. I accidentally squeezed too big of a glob in my haste, and the toothpaste felt far too thick in my mouth. I quickly brushed anyways, trying to ignore the weird taste and feel. As I finished that and grabbed my skincare from the makeup stand next to the sink, I happened to see myself in the mirror.
My hair didn't look too bad. It looked... incredible actually, with a styled-but-casual, cute-but-messy kind of look, one that I would love to keep, but I had to shower and wash my hair. I sighed as I put down my skincare bag, running a hand through my hair. I knew I would never figure out how to style it this way ever again, at least, not on purpose.
I turned the water to the hot setting in the shower, letting the heat fill the bathroom and fog up the mirror and window. I stood tracing hearts and shapes on the fogged mirror for a bit too long, finally reminding myself that I couldn't afford to waste anymore time. Well, I could, but I shouldn't. I got in then, letting the water burn at first, but eventually it was soothing to my stiff muscles. I washed just my scalp with shampoo, deciding I didn't have time for any of the fancy products I used on mask-and-exfoliation day, or treat yourself day, as Mary liked to call it. I knew it had already been about 10 minutes, but I had to shave my legs, and you can't rush that, so I prepared for the rush I would be in once I finished showering.
So 25 minutes later, I stepped out of the shower, darting to my room and closing the door behind me, letting the towel I had been holding around me drop to the floor as I picked out random black underwear, pairing it with a lacy black bra Marlene had sent me "to be sexy" but I just found comfortable.
I debated for a second on what to wear, before settling on black leggings and a grey jumper. I went back to the bathroom and grabbed the hair brush on my make up stand. I blow-dried and straightened my hair and parted it in the middle. I looked around for something to add to my outfit, settling on a silver barrette, pinning a strand of my hair back.
Satisfied, I looked at my reflection. "Okay then..." I muttered to no one in particular, wringing my wrists yet again. "Bring on 6th year."