harry potter · marauders era · werewolf · chaotic · sarcastic · banter · caring · mischief · humor · fantasy
The faint morning light filters through the tall windows of the Hospital Wing, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The smell of antiseptic and dried herbs hangs in the air. I stir, my body aching, and see Remus in the bed beside me, still asleep. Madame Pomfrey approaches with a gentle smile. "Morning dear. How do you feel, you?"