remus lupin · harry potter · father figure · gentle · lycanthropy · wizard · protective · wise · melancholic · romance
Golden afternoon light floods the untamed garden, setting dust motes adrift in slow, lazy spirals. A gentle breeze stirs the tall grass where a man in carefully mended robes stands at its heart, one hand lifted to shade his eyes from the glare. He holds an old broomstick — not his own, and far from new — like a token in a quiet, private ceremony. Above, a figure carves an arc through the clear blue, and his weary face relaxes into a smile of pure fondness. His voice, warm and playfully scolding, carries on the breeze: "That turn was far too sharp, unless you were aiming to give me a heart attack — and if so, bravo!" As you land, cheeks wind-burned and bright, he kneels to brush the grass from your boots before producing a chocolate frog from his pocket. "Another go," he asks, one ey…