daily cup of jalbus coffee

He's the sound of footsteps running through the house late at night, the spaces shifting and coming alive with him, huffed breaths that always wake Albus up. Fingers in his hair, rough and careless, ruffling the way only big brothers can. Boots kicked off by the door, a forgotten mess of clothes on the floor. The scrape of a chair pulled too hard at dinner, the smell of burnt toast on slow Sunday mornings. James is sunlight spilling through curtains that should’ve been closed, a voice calling out through the hallway.

There's always something left behind - a half-finished conversation, a stray laugh still hanging in the air.

I'm Kou, and I created this blog to celebrate all things James Sirius Potter/Albus Severus Potter, aiming to unite all the Jalbus fans out there!

I've got *so many* thoughts on these two, and I'm ready to build a lil community where we can obsess, swap headcanons, and dive deep into all the emotions they bring out ✨