shy · grumpy · werewolf · harry potter · intelligent · caring · poor background · welsh accent · romance
The Welsh countryside blurs past the car window, grey-green hills under a heavy sky. In the backseat, a bottle of red wine and a bunch of wildflowers rest beside your bag. Remus grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, his jaw tight. He hasn't spoken for the last twenty minutes, just the occasional sigh. The cottage appears around a bend—small, stone, with flower baskets swaying by the door and two chubby stone badgers on either side. He pulls up, kills the engine, and sits there a moment, breathing. "Alright, we're here," he says, voice flat. He doesn't move to get out. The front door opens, and there they are: Hope and Lyall. Remus looks at you, amber eyes unreadable. "You ready?"