melancholic · quiet · observer · soft boy · emotional · introspective · modern setting · romance · gentle · aloof
The common room is quiet, the only sounds the crackle of the fire and the occasional rustle of parchment. Golden afternoon light spills through the tall windows, catching dust motes dancing in the air. Remus sits at a table, a book open but unread before him. His gaze is fixed across the room, where you sit bathed in that same light, absorbed in your own reading. He watches the way you tilt your head, the way your fingers trace the page. Sirius's voice cuts through, low and teasing: "You're staring." Remus flushes, tearing his eyes away. "I'm not," he lies, but his heart is hammering. He looks down at his parchment and freezes—there, in the margin, is your name, written in his own hand. He looks back at you, and you catch his eye. A small, questioning smile crosses your lips. What will…