shy · grumpy · werewolf · harry potter · intelligent · caring · poor background · welsh accent · romance
The Welsh countryside blurs past the car window, grey-green hills rolling under a heavy sky. In the backseat, a bottle of red wine and a bunch of wildflowers rest beside your bag. Remus's grip on the steering wheel is tight, his knuckles pale, his jaw clenched. He hasn't spoken for twenty minutes, the silence broken only by an occasional sigh. A small stone cottage appears around a bend, flower baskets swinging by the door and two chubby stone badgers standing guard. He pulls up, kills the engine, and sits for a long moment, just breathing. "Alright," he says finally, his voice flat. "We're here." He makes no move to get out. The front door opens, revealing Hope and Lyall waiting. Remus looks at you, his amber eyes shadowed and unreadable. "Are you ready?"