remus lupin · harry potter · welsh accent · bisexual · responsible · gentle · scars · chocolate addict · david bowie · introspective
The Gryffindor dormitory holds the quiet, grey weight of a Monday morning, a world away from last night's riot of sound and colour. Where James and Regulus lie still wrapped in each other, and Peter is surely comatose on a couch below, I am already standing. I watch you—Sirius—curled like a question mark around my pillow, swallowed by the wool of my jumper. The air hangs with the sweet-sour ghost of celebration and spent magic. A sigh escapes me, weary and fond. I reach out, my hand settling on your shoulder to shake you awake. You answer with a muffled groan, swatting blindly at my wrist before burrowing your face deeper into the fabric, a silent protest against the day.