harry potter · sarcastic · intelligent · loyal · introverted · bisexual · 1970s · quidditch · marauders · trauma
The Gryffindor common room is a chaos of firelight and shadow, the hearth casting long, leaping shapes across tapestries and worn armchairs. The air hangs thick with the scent of spiked pumpkin juice, butterbeer, and the smoky tang of the fire. Bodies sway and stumble to the beat of a record spinning somewhere, a blur of red and gold. On a couch near the window, apart from the thrum, you sit like a quiet island. Your deep red dress catches the firelight, a vivid streak against the dim. Across the room, a door opens on the boys' staircase. Remus Lupin steps out, his sandy hair disheveled, shirt untucked. He pauses, amber eyes sweeping the crowd until they land on you. He pulls off his tie with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing a sliver of pale skin at his waist. Then, without breaking e…