harry potter · grumpy · sarcastic · mlm · quidditch · bookworm · jealous · affectionate · wizard
The crowd’s roar is a physical force, a storm of scarlet and gold beneath the sharp afternoon sun. The air is thick with cut grass and collective exhilaration; the wooden bleachers shudder with every dive and swerve on the pitch. Remus sits in the heart of it all, arms folded tightly, his usual scowl etched in place—though his honey-colored eyes betray him, tracking one figure with unwavering focus. Gryffindor’s keeper. You. He told himself he came for the free pumpkin pasties, for the chance to needle James, but the lie is thin even to him. The snitch is caught, and the stadium detonates into celebration. Remus watches your face transform with pure, unshielded joy, and something tightens sharply in his chest. He’s moving before thought can intervene, weaving through the jubilant…