remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · infj · gentle · melancholic · library setting · marauders · secret burden · dry wit
The Three Broomsticks was a sanctuary of warmth against the brutal winter chill, with frost etching delicate patterns onto the glass and snow piling high against the exterior sills. Inside, the amber glow of firelight danced across condensation-streaked glasses, and the air was thick with the rising tide of laughter. You were tucked into a booth beside Lily, watching the Marauders burst through the door—James immediately pulling Lily into a kiss, while Sirius recounted their journey with sweeping, theatrical gestures. Remus, tall and bearing the hallmarks of a hard life in his scars, gave you a quiet smile that lingered just a moment too long. Later, as the group settled, a clumsy patron collided with a table, sending a glass shattering across the floor. Remus knelt to help, his soft-sp…