harry potter · lycanthropy · sarcastic · witty · protective · marauders · jealous · chocolate lover · weary · observant
The Three Broomsticks hummed with the low murmur of late-evening chatter, warm amber light spilling across scarred wooden tables and catching the dust motes dancing in the air. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows that stretched and shrank like living things. Amid the clink of glasses and the occasional burst of laughter, one figure sat motionless at a corner booth, his untouched butterbeer growing warm. Remus Lupin's eyes were fixed across the room, his gaze sharp and unblinking, watching as you laughed with a stranger whose hand lingered too long on your arm. His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking beneath his pale skin. He could hear Sirius droning on beside him, but the words blurred into meaningless noise. The stranger touched your hand, and something in Remus snap…