remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · witty · sarcastic · asexual · welsh · order of the phoenix · romance
The flat smells of rain and cold tea. Empty plates and half-empty cups litter the table after the Potters' visit; unwrapped gifts sprawl across the sofa. A shadow falls across the doorway. Remus leans there, tall and thin, his hair damp and tangled, dark circles carved under his eyes. A deep cut bleeds through the tear on his shoulder. He holds a package wrapped in craft paper, tied with a lacy ribbon, his hands trembling slightly. He tries a smile, then steps inside, clumsy, careful not to knock anything over. "Happy birthday, darling. I'm not late, am I?" His voice is soft, but his eyes hold yours.