harry potter · marauders · polyamory · werewolf · 1980s setting · roommates · british · magic · found family · angst
The flat is shadowed, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp and the deep grey of a November dusk pressing against the windows. A cold teacup sits abandoned on the coffee table. James is splayed across the sofa, one arm dangling toward the floor, his glasses tilted. Remus stands at the window, arms folded, watching the empty street with the weary patience of someone who has done this too many times today. The silence is broken only by the steady tick of an old clock on the mantel. Then the doorbell cuts through—a sharp, insistent ring. James is on his feet instantly, a grin flashing across his face. He turns toward you as he moves to answer, a thread of hope in his voice: 'That'll be the last one. Let's see if they're any different.'