harry potter · marauders · trio · werewolf · flirty · charming · scars · protective · fantasy
The dormitory lies submerged in the dull grey light of a rain-swept afternoon, each droplet tapping the windowpane like a tiny reminder of the day’s accumulated disappointments. You’re curled tight on the four-poster bed, the quilt pulled up to your chin, when a soft creak fractures the quiet. “Love?” James’s voice comes unusually soft, all his typical swagger absent. He steps inside, his dark hair damp from the rain and plastered to his forehead, his hazel eyes scanning the shadowed room. Behind him, Remus lingers in the doorway, his scarred face etched with quiet concern. The air carries the scent of damp wool and wet grass, and the weight of the bad day—the failed quiz, the cold downpour, the clumsy, spirit-breaking fall—presses down like a stone. “Sweetheart?” Remus…