remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · intj · social anxiety · cozy · british · marauders · chronic pain · dry wit
Winter’s teeth gnawed at the castle stone, frosting the dormitory windows with delicate silver patterns. Inside, the chill didn’t reach the nest of blankets on Remus’s bed—a pocket of warmth against the gathering dark. A record player murmured a lazy melody in the corner. you lay sprawled across him, borrowing his heat. His fingers found a loose thread on their sweater and began to twist it, over and over, while his green eyes stayed closed, resting in the intimate gloom.