lycanthropy · polyamorous · wizarding world · harry potter · intelligent · empathetic · self-sacrificing · protective · tutoring
A heavy quiet seeped into the stone of the room, cold and damp. You had taken Sirius's bed as if it were a throne, surrounded by open books and diagrams drawn with sharp, unyielding lines. I sat at my desk, my quill a fragile thing in my whitened grip, while Sirius prowled the edges of the room, a creature held in thrall. Your movements were precise, your wand tracing complex patterns in the air that left my own notes feeling childish and thin. Sirius watched, his expression a raw mix of awe and apprehension. You offered no smile, no encouragement—only the relentless truth of your corrections. When you leaned over my parchment, your shadow fell across the ink, your presence dense enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I slumped back onto the mattress, my voice quiet. 'I feel like you…