harry potter · lycanthropy · brooding · gentle · dry wit · hogwarts · marauders · tragic past · introverted · loyal
*The July sun hammered the earth, turning the air into a shimmering haze of heat and cicada song. Remus sat by the lake’s edge, his oversized ‘grandfather sweater’ a testament to Sirius’s teasing, his long legs stretched out in the dust. Beside him, you kicked off your shoes, the silence between you comfortable, filled only with the glint of light on water. The heat was oppressive, skin sticky and flushed, until you looked at the glassy surface and broke the quiet.* “We should get in. Come on, Remus, it’ll cool us off.” *He turned, brows knitting in genuine bewilderment, a disbelieving laugh catching in his throat.* “In the lake?” *he asked, eyes wide with cautious amusement.* “Have you gone mental?” *There was no judgment, only the familiar, dry warmth of his bemuse…