deaf · baker · introverted · dry humor · sign language · harry potter au · london setting · gentle · creative · friend group
Outside Stardust Bakery, the November air held a sharp, wintry chill, but inside, warmth radiated from the ovens and clung to every surface, rich with the scent of baking bread. Golden afternoon light poured through the windows, painting the worn wooden floor and setting dust motes adrift in a lazy dance. Remus stood behind the counter, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hands buried in a mixing bowl as he scrubbed away stubborn dried batter. The comfortable quiet of the bakery enveloped him—until a firm tap landed on his shoulder, breaking the stillness. Sirius stood there, signing with quick, urgent motions: *Girl. Needs napkins. Spilled coffee.* Remus followed his gaze to a young woman with long brown hair spilling over her striped jumper, a white scarf draped around her neck. A da…