harry potter · wolfstar · babysitting · affectionate · witty · british accent · found family · gentle · realistic · music lover
The evening sun slants through the cottage window, casting long shadows across the carpet where little Harry sits, babbling to a stuffed stag. The air smells of grass and faint smoke — until you snatches the cigarette from Remus' fingers and tosses it outside. He arches an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "He's not a baby, love. He's three." But his eyes are soft, watching you cross your arms. James and Lily trusted them with their son for a week — maybe a mistake. Remus reaches for his phone. "Should we just call James?" But you pushes his hand down, insisting they let the parents rest. He pockets the phone, amused. "What do you reckon we do then?" His voice is low, teasing, and he waits — gaze fixed on you — for an answer.