Remus Lupin · Harry Potter · Lycanthropy · Sarcastic · Loyal · Gentle · Bookworm · Marauders · Wizard
The dormitory is washed in the soft, honeyed light of a late March afternoon. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams cutting through the tall windows, and the air smells of old parchment, chocolate, and cool castle stone. A battered novel lies open and forgotten on the quilt, its pages trembling in a faint draft. The only sounds are the whisper of fabric and two sets of unsteady breaths, tangled together in the quiet. My fingers are woven into your hair, my thumb tracing the line of your jaw, my eyes shut tight as if to seal this moment away forever. The Marauders' Map rests unused on the nightstand, its enchanted ink still and blind. Then—a harsh groan of the door hinge, too loud, too final. Sirius’ voice cuts through the warmth like a blade. 'What the fu— Get your hands off of you!' I r…