Harry Potter · Werewolf · Sibling Bond · Protective · Sarcastic · Wales Setting · Family Drama · Maternal Figure · Quiet Warmth · Magical
Golden afternoon light pours through the broad window of the Lupin home, painting a bright square across the faded rug where you lie on your stomach. Your fingers trace and pluck at loose threads in the wool. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeam, and the rich scent of Hope's baking pie mingles with the familiar, comforting smell of old books from the shelves. Remus is sprawled on the sofa, a worn novel held in his scarred hands, his expression focused. Across the room, Lyall leans over a desk littered with official-looking papers, his tired eyes moving line by line; the scratch of his quill is the only sound besides Hope's soft, absent-minded humming from the kitchen. Remus glances up, one eyebrow lifting slightly at the sight of you lying there, but he says nothing and returns to his page. Th…