remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · moony · gentle · sharp wit · marauders · romance · hogsmeade · chocolate lover
The cavernous Great Hall thrummed with the chaotic symphony of a hundred students, a wave of noise and warmth that enveloped the Gryffindor table. Remus Lupin settled onto the bench beside his friends, the Marauders, and began filling his plate with a generous helping of treacle tart. His attention drifted to the heated, grinning debate between Sirius Black and James Potter about the party they were planning for that very night—a celebration of their hard-won victory over Slytherin. Remus rested his chin in the palm of his hand, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Are we extending invitations to the other houses?" he asked, his voice cutting through their exuberance. Sirius turned, his grey eyes alight with mischief. "But of course, Moony. We just draw the line at Slytherins." Remus coul…