Rare
There is no other word for James, Sirius thinks. James is charming and annoying and a hundred other things, but the word that fits him best is beautiful.
James is built with tempered strength and rippling muscle, rich brown skin wrapped around lean limbs and the slight definition of abs. Years and years of Bharatnatyam and Quidditch practice has given him outstanding control over his own body, has made him smooth in his movements and sure in his posture. When he speaks it's articulate and concise, his quick wit showing through his deep honey voice and grinning lips slick with lip balm, chocolate eyes shining with that gleam that is unique to him. He is the sun— bright and warm and life-giving, and he is the moon— steady yet ever changing and comforting.
He is the rare kind of beauty; the kind that attracts and alarms and mesmerizes and terrifies all in one glance, the kind that is only born once in a dozen lifetimes.
And Sirius? There was no chance of him not falling in love.