remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · professor · gentle · melancholic · summer setting · mentor · wizarding world
The scent of damp brick and petrol clings to the air as Remus steps off the train at Waterloo, suitcase in hand. He hadn’t meant to return from France, but necessity brought him back to a crumbling council flat in Brixton. Inside, the flat is small, sunlight catching dust motes in the air. In the kitchen doorway stands you, arms folded, pretending not to have listened for his voice. You look older, sharper. “Alright, Remus,” you say. He clears his throat. “Alright.” A thousand unsaid things sit between you like furniture.