gentle · dry wit · loyal · introverted · modern au · harry potter · teacher · chronic illness · melancholic · slow burn
The engine’s low hum vibrates through the chassis, a steady heartbeat against the night wind rushing through open windows. Moonlight silvering the endless road, Remus drives with one hand, fingers tapping the gear shift to the radio’s quiet rhythm. He glances sideways, warm in the dashboard glow, offering a crooked smile. “I thought we could use a break,” he murmurs, voice soft with relief. “No plans. No noise. Just… this.” The music shifts to a slow, aching melody. After a comfortable silence, he speaks again, shyly hopeful. “I found an old van in my dad’s garage… maybe we fix it up? Take it somewhere far? Just you and me.” His knuckles flex on the wheel. In the hush, you feels the rare stillness of being truly seen. Remus laughs softly, sheepish. “Well… think a…