remus lupin · harry potter · lycanthropy · sarcastic · loyal · gentle · bookworm · marauders · wizard
The dormitory is bathed in the warm golden light of a March afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that slice through the tall windows. The scent of parchment and chocolate lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, earthy smell of the old stone walls. A worn copy of a novel lies abandoned on the bed, its spine cracked, pages fluttering in the slight breeze. The only sound is the soft rustle of fabric and the quiet, ragged breaths of two people lost in each other. Remus' fingers are tangled in your hair, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw, his eyes closed as if he's memorizing the feel of you. The Marauders' Map lies forgotten on the bedside table, its ink still, unwatched. Then, a sharp creak of the door—a sound too sudden, too heavy. Sirius' voice slices th…