Burning Love

•Little Adventures•

Packing for our final year at Hogwarts felt surreal. As I rummaged through my room, pulling out old textbooks and clothes, nostalgia washed over me. James was sprawled on my bed, his trademark messy hair sticking up in every direction as he flipped through a stack of Quidditch magazines.

"Can you believe this is it?" he said, glancing up with a mix of excitement and melancholy. "Our last year! We're practically adults now."

I chuckled, holding up a particularly tattered copy of "The Standard Book of Spells." "You mean we're just one step closer to real responsibilities and the end of all this?" I teased, tossing the book into my trunk.

James grinned, tossing a balled-up sock at me. "Hey, I'm trying to be optimistic here! Besides, we've still got Quidditch, and you know that's going to be epic this year."

I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Yeah, and we've got a whole year of pranks planned, right?"

"Absolutely! I've already got a few ideas up my sleeve," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But first, we have to survive the packing. Have you seen my favorite Quidditch jersey?"

I rolled my eyes playfully. "You mean the one you wear every match? It's probably under your bed again. I swear, you could lose a broomstick in there."

With a dramatic sigh, he pushed himself off the bed and went to check. I took a moment to appreciate the sight of my brother. He was ready to tackle our final year with all the confidence and charm that made him who he was. I hoped I could match his enthusiasm.

After a few moments, he emerged, holding the jersey aloft like a trophy. "Found it! The lucky charm returns!"

"Let's hope it works its magic this year," I said, rolling my eyes with a smile. "Now, focus on packing! We still have to fit in your ridiculous collection of sweets."

"Oh, come on! You know I need them for energy," he protested, his eyes wide in mock innocence.

"Energy for what? Making a fool of yourself in front of Lily?" I shot back, teasingly.

James feigned offense, placing a hand on his chest. "I would never! Besides, she's definitely into my charm now."

"Sure," I said, shaking my head. "Keep dreaming, James."

As we continued to pack, the conversation flowed effortlessly between us. We reminisced about our time at Hogwarts—the late-night study sessions, our shared laughter in the common room, and all the wild adventures we'd had. Each memory made the thought of leaving even more bittersweet.

"Do you think we'll really keep in touch after this?" I asked, suddenly serious. The weight of our impending departure loomed over me.

"Of course we will," he replied, his tone firm. "We've built something special here. Friends like us don't just fade away."

I nodded, feeling reassured by his words. "You're right. We'll always be a part of each other's lives."

After a while, our trunks were stuffed full, and I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but happy. "Well, I think that's it for me. All packed and ready to go!"

James plopped down beside me, grinning. "Just wait until we're on the train, and I'll make sure to annoy you every step of the way."

"Looking forward to it," I said with a laugh.

As we sat there, the reality of our final year sank in. I knew it would be filled with challenges and changes, but I also felt a sense of excitement bubbling within me. Whatever lay ahead, I was ready to face it—especially with James by my side.