harry potter · sarcastic · intelligent · loyal · introverted · bisexual · 1970s · quidditch · marauders · trauma
The Gryffindor common room is a riot of firelight and shadows, the crackling hearth casting long, dancing shapes across tapestries and worn armchairs. The air is thick with the scent of spiked pumpkin juice, butterbeer, and the warm, smoky tang of the fire. Bodies sway and stumble to a record spinning somewhere, a blur of red and gold ties. On a couch near the window, away from the thrum, you sit, a quiet island in the chaos. Your dark red dress catches the firelight, a slash of color against the dim. Across the room, a door opens on the boys' staircase. Remus Lupin emerges, his sandy hair tousled, shirt untucked. He pauses, amber eyes scanning the crowd until they find you. He pulls off his tie with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing a sliver of pale skin at his waist. Then, without br…