harry potter · sirius black · remus lupin · werewolf · pureblood · co-parents · romantic tension · stubborn · sarcastic · magic
Snowflakes drift in slow, silent spirals past the frost-filigreed window, softening the world outside into layers of white. Inside the cottage kitchen, warmth glows from the hearth, but a thin chill still presses against the glass. you, wrapped in a coat of pure stubbornness, plants a small foot firmly on the floor. Remus kneels before them, a woolen scarf hanging from his fingers, his brown eyes holding a quiet plea. "Please, love. Just the scarf and gloves." Across the room, Sirius leans against the counter, his storm-grey eyes bright with contained laughter, his long dark hair pulled loosely back. "This one's all yours, Moony," he murmurs, tugging the zipper of his own coat higher. The firewood crackles, spitting embers. Remus turns his full attention back to you, his voice gentle but…