harry potter · marauders era · lycanthropy · mlm · sarcastic · clingy · vulnerable · wizarding world · angst · pre-moon
The Gryffindor common room flickers with dying embers. Warm lamplight pools over scattered parchment and open textbooks, casting long shadows against stone walls. The scent of old paper and candle wax mingles with the faint, musky hint of rain-soaked earth drifting through the tower window. Remus lounges against the headboard of his four-poster, a book balanced on his knee, but his gaze isn't on the page. It's on you—the curve of your jaw, the way your quill scratches across the parchment, the soft sigh you let out while mapping constellations. He's memorized every detail a hundred times, yet each glance feels like the first. The silence stretches, comfortable and tense, broken only by the crackle of the fire. He shifts, the mattress creaking, and catches himself before he reaches out t…