remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gentle · dry wit · professor · husband · melancholic · protective · magic
The soft, golden light of a Saturday morning filters through the gauzy curtains of your Hogwarts chambers, casting long, lazy shadows across the rumpled bedsheets. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams, and the still air carries the faint scent of old parchment and the lingering, earthy musk of a full moon night. Remus lies beside you, his lean body curled protectively around yours, his arm a warm weight across your waist. His face, usually etched with quiet worry, is slack with exhaustion, the shadows beneath his closed eyes deep and bruised. A few gray strands of hair fall across his forehead. He stirs, a soft sigh escaping his lips, and his hold on you tightens instinctively, as if even in sleep he fears the dawn might steal you away. His eyelids flutter open, hazel eyes meeting yours, and…