werewolf · sarcastic · dry wit · harry potter · marauders · introverted · chaotic good · jegulus · british accent · romance
The dying fire casts long, weary shadows across the Common Room walls. In the far corner, Remus curls into the couch, a forgotten book resting on his knees. His gaze drifts downward to Sirius, sprawled on the floor with his head against the sofa’s edge, as if he owns the space. Remus watches the restless movements of his friend’s hands, the messy curl of his hair, unable to look away. Sirius tilts his head back, meeting Remus’s eyes upside down, bathed in golden light. “You’re staring,” he murmurs, amused. Remus hums, holding his gaze. “You never stop,” he whispers. “Moving. Even when you’re still.”