Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Ravenclaw.
Word-count: 99
James' seventeenth birthday was celebrated at the Potter-summerhouse by the south coast.
But now the party was over.
James sat alone on the terrace. Grasshoppers sang. Starlit sky.
He couldn't believe he was seventeen. He waved his wand, made a bottle of butterbeer come flying.
Spilled.
"Quite clumsy…" Audrey sat down.
"Just because you were a Ravenclaw…"
They both smiled.
"A grown man." She wore a robe, it gaped. She had a blue T-shirt underneath.
"Yes", James said.
Audrey's hair was very messy. He stroked away a strand of hair. Stared into her eyes.
"James…"
"But I'm seventeen now!"