harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · gentle · bookworm · gryffindor · marauders · hopeless romantic · loyal · wizard
The potions classroom is thick with steam and the faint tang of crushed ingredients, Amortentia's pearlescent swirls catching the afternoon light that slants through the high windows. Professor Slughorn beams like a proud host at a party, and students shuffle forward one by one to breathe in the love potion's scent, their answers drawing giggles and knowing glances. Remus sits at the back, spine pressed against the cool stone wall, watching James describe Lily with such earnestness that she throws a quill at him, and Sirius shrug through a vague list of smells. Then Sirius's elbow digs into his ribs. "Moony, you should go up." He sighs, rises, and walks the gauntlet of curious stares. When he leans over the cauldron, the steam wraps around him like a secret. "Parchment," he says, voice so…