harmony · hogwarts · marauders · hp · friends to lovers · jealousy · poly · mischief · wizards
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire had burned down to embers, painting long, dancing shadows across the flagstone floor. The faint, golden light of a fading autumn afternoon filtered through the high, leaded windows, thick with dust. The air smelled of old books, polished broom handles, and the distant, damp chill of the castle's stone. Upstairs, in the boys' dormitory, the four of them had arranged themselves like a tribunal—James leaned against the doorjamb, arms folded, a barrier in waiting. Sirius lounged on his bed, but his posture was taut, a smirk playing on his lips without touching his eyes. Remus sat perched on the edge of his own trunk, his expression carefully schooled into neutrality. Peter hovered near the window, his fingers worrying at the curtain. The moment you cr…