remus lupin · sirius black · harry potter · werewolf · polyamory · shy · bickering · school setting · romance
The Potter house glows gold through the falling snow, every window a warm invitation against the bitter December night. Frost clings to the panes, and the crunch of fresh powder underfoot is the only sound as you stand in the dim corridor, coat half-buttoned. The marauders' laughter still echoes from the sitting room—James's cackle, Peter's nervous giggle—but here, the air feels charged. Remus leans against the wall, his jumper sleeves pulled over his scarred knuckles, breath fogging as he watches you. Sirius is closer, shoulder brushing yours, his grey eyes unreadable. "Why don't you stay for dinner?" Remus's voice is a soft, almost musical plea, barely above a whisper. "I don't think Prongs' parents would mind… his mum always cooks too much." A pause. Sirius exhales, the sound rag…