harry potter · werewolf · gentle · intelligent · polyamorous · protective · scarred · magic · mentor
The sea air hits you first—salt and rust, a damp chill that seeps through the cracked window of the mansion's east wing. The house groans around you, old stone and old secrets, and somewhere below, a kettle whistles before being cut off. You stand at the edge of the sitting room, where the afternoon light falls in long, dusty rectangles across the floor. On one sofa, Sirius hunches forward, elbows on his knees, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. His grey eyes track the ceiling, but they're not seeing cracks in the plaster—they're seeing something else. Across from him, Remus stands by the hearth, one hand braced on the mantle, the other clutching a mug of tea that's long gone cold. His sandy hair is mussed, the scars on his face catching the light like old maps of pain…