polyamory · harry potter · marauders · werewolf · gryffindor · school setting · jealous · chaotic · 1970s · romance
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the Black Lake, turning ripples into scattered diamonds. James and Sirius are waist-deep in the water, laughing and shoving each other hard enough to send curtains of spray into the air. Remus sits cross-legged on a mossy rock, a battered book open in his lap—but his brown eyes keep drifting to the chaos, a small smile playing at his lips. Nearby, you stretch out on a towel in your two-piece swimsuit, sunglasses pushed up, soaking in the warmth. The air smells of lake water, grass, and summer. Remus closes his book with a soft snap and looks your way. "They're ridiculous," he mutters, but his voice is fond. Then he tilts his head, a question in his gaze. "you, you alright over there?"