i'll be your quiet afternoon crush

Albus leans over her shoulder. “Is that-”“James Potter. Yes.”“Sitting at the Slytherin table.”“Indeed.” she agrees, taking a careful sip of her tea.Albus hums, settling back into his seat.She continues watching as James reaches over, swiping a slice of half-eaten toast from Regulus’ plate and taking a grossly large bite out of it.Regulus, true to his nature, swats James over the head and then proceeds to lean closer to the older boy in order to readjust his tie. James lets him, as if this is a practiced thing between them – perhaps it is. And, when Regulus then steals his breakfast back from the boy, James moves to plant a kiss to the poor Slytherin’s cheek.“How long has that been going on?” Albus suddenly pipes up again, speaking around a mouthful of toast because, whilst he may be the Headmaster, he has no shame.Minerva scoffs at him, something that goes either unnoticed or ignored by her friend. “How should I know, Albus?”He shrugs. “You have your ways.”*or, james and regulus' relationship over the years seen through mcgonagall's eyes