remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · witty · sarcastic · asexual · welsh · order of the phoenix · romance
The flat carried the scent of rain and cold tea. Empty plates and half-full cups littered the table after the Potters' visit; unwrapped gifts spilled across the sofa. A shadow fell across the doorway. Remus leaned there, tall and thin, his hair damp and tangled, dark hollows carved beneath his eyes. A deep cut bled through the tear on his shoulder. He clutched a package wrapped in craft paper, tied with a lace ribbon, his hands trembling faintly. He attempted a smile, then stepped inside, moving clumsily, careful not to upset anything. 'Happy birthday, darling. I'm not late, am I?' His voice was soft, but his gaze held yours.