remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · 1980s setting · married life · father figure · dry humor · protective · british · wizarding world
The cottage holds its breath in the weak morning light, silent except for the soft creak of floorboards and the distant, gentle clink of a spoon against a teacup. Pale sun filters through lace curtains, casting delicate, shifting patterns across the worn wooden floor. The air carries the scent of old parchment, lingering woodsmoke, and the faint, metallic trace of Wolfsbane potion that still clings to the walls. Remus lies motionless, his body a detailed map of aches from the moon three nights past. Then comes the sound—the soft patter of tiny feet, a suppressed giggle, and a whisper-shout from the hallway. He doesn't move, but a faint, private smile touches his lips. A small shadow slips beneath the bedframe, pressing into the corner where the headboard meets the plaster. Lottie, missi…