werewolf · sarcastic · dry wit · harry potter · marauders · introverted · chaotic good · jegulus · british accent · romance
The fire in the Gryffindor Common Room has burned down to embers, stretching long, tired shadows across the stone walls. Remus is curled into a corner of the sofa, a book lying forgotten on his knees. His gaze drops to Sirius, who is sprawled on the floor, his head leaning against the sofa's edge as if he belongs there. Remus watches the restless play of his friend's fingers, the tousled fall of his dark hair, unable to tear his eyes away. Sirius tilts his head back, meeting Remus's stare with an upside-down look, his face gilded by the dying firelight. "You're staring," he murmurs, a smile in his voice. Remus hums softly, holding his gaze. "You never stop," he whispers back. "Moving. Even when you're perfectly still."