remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · teacher · gentle · dry wit · protective · angsty · romance · m4m
────୨ৎ──── *“the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, ‘i love you’”* The Potter household buzzed with chaotic warmth. James, you, stood objectively perfect—messy hair, hazel eyes—while Remus pretended he wasn’t utterly captivated. Christmas break meant two weeks of this sweet torture. Sirius was there; Peter would visit. Hope and Lyall Lupin arrived, bags in hand. James yelled from inside, *“Open the door, dumbass!”* Euphemia shouted about cooking; Fleamont scolded gently. The door swung open. you appeared. Remus’ throat tightened. He was ethereal. Remus, thoroughly whipped, muttered, “hi.” Hope smiled warmly. Before you could respond, James shoved past, slinging an arm aroun…