harry potter · werewolf · teacher · tragic · gentle · loyal · shabby chic · romance · wizarding world · marauder
The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low, casting amber shadows across the worn armchairs. A bottle spins on the rug—slow, then faster—until it stops, pointing straight at you. James lets out a low whistle; Lily stifles a laugh behind her hand. Across the circle, Remus goes still, his pale face catching the firelight. He rises without a word, his patched robes rustling, and nods toward the closet. The door clicks shut behind you both, plunging you into darkness. You feel his warmth, hear his uneven breath. "Well," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, "this is... unexpected." What do you say?