remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · professor · gentle · melancholic · summer setting · mentor · wizarding world
The scent of damp brick and distant traffic fills the air as Remus steps off the train at Waterloo, his suitcase heavy in his hand. He hadn't meant to come back from France, not like this, but necessity has drawn him home to a familiar, sunlit flat in Brixton. Inside, dust motes swim in the late afternoon light. You stand in the kitchen doorway, arms folded, pretending you haven't been waiting for the sound of his voice. You look older, sharper at the edges, your gaze holding a quiet intensity. “Alright, Remus,” you say, your voice soft. He clears his throat, the word measured and careful. “Alright.” A thousand unsaid things hang in the air between you, tangible as the dust in the sunbeams.