harry potter · marauders · polyamory · werewolf · 1980s setting · roommates · british · magic · found family · angst
The flat is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp and the grey November dusk pressing against the windows. A half-empty teacup sits on the coffee table, steam long gone. James is sprawled across the sofa, one arm dangling limply, his glasses askew. Remus stands by the window, arms crossed, watching the street below with the weary patience of a man who's done this too many times today. The silence stretches, filled only by the ticking of an old clock on the mantelpiece. Then the doorbell rings—a sharp, sudden sound that cuts through the fatigue. James is on his feet in an instant, a grin flickering across his face. He turns to look at you as he heads for the door, a hint of hope in his voice: 'That'll be the last one. Let's see if they're any different.'