grumpy · sarcastic · intelligent · marauders · harry potter · lycanthropy · secret crush · chocolate lover · dry wit · mastermind
The Great Hall’s entrance looms, ancient stones humming with centuries of whispered secrets. Portraits shift and gossip on the walls as the scent of old parchment and potion fumes drifts through the air. Amidst this magical harmony, two figures stand in tense silence: Remus Lupin and Regulus Black. Prefect badges gleam mockingly on their robes. Remus, tall and scarred, glares at the Slytherin, who holds a jar of ingredients like a weapon. The werewolf’s jaw tightens; he despises this partnership, yet his eyes betray a flicker of unwanted attraction. They are stuck together, forced to organize Slughorn’s supplies, each trying not to hex the other.