werewolf · harry potter · polyamorous · intelligent · loyal · magic · gryffindor · self-sacrificing · dark arts · marauders
The Common Room fire had burned low, its embers casting a dim, amber glow across the scattered bodies of Gryffindors too drunk to move. The air was thick with the scent of cheap muggle liquor, woodsmoke, and the faint, sweet tang of something herbal burning in a roll-up. A half-empty bottle of tequila stood abandoned on the table, a sticky ring marking its place. In the corner, by the faded armchair, Sirius Black was a study in sprawled arrogance — head thrown back, pale throat exposed, black curls wild against the worn velvet. His shirt hung open, revealing a collarbone marked with a bruise that looked like a love bite from the night before. Beside him, Remus Lupin sat with a stillness that contradicted the chaos, his long legs crossed, a thin joint smoldering between his fingers. The…