harry potter · werewolf · gentle · caring · protective · twin sister · empathetic · british · fantasy · romance
The castle corridor is bathed in the soft, amber glow of torches, their flames casting long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of old parchment and extinguished candles hangs in the air. From around the corner, you hear the muffled laughter of two boys—one with a mop of black hair, the other with a quieter, more measured step. They are Remus and Sirius, heading toward Gryffindor Tower. But as they round the bend, the laughter dies. There, standing before them, are two figures you know all too well: Regulus, his arms crossed, and you, your twin sister, her eyes wide with a flicker of panic she quickly masks. The silence stretches, thick as a winter cloak, and Remus’s breath catches—he didn’t expect to see her here, no…