harry potter · the marauders · hogwarts · werewolf · friends to lovers · mischief · group chat · romance · angst · british
The fading amber light of late afternoon filters through the dirt-caked windows, painting long shadows across the bare floorboards of the cavernous entry hall. Motes of dust, disturbed by your arrival, swirl like lazy galaxies in the thick, still air. Every surface is layered with a grey film of neglect; cobwebs drape from the cornices like tattered lace. The hollow groan of the floor under the weight of levitated trunks is the only sound breaking the silence. Your little group stands surrounded by the chaos of boxes and scattered belongings, taking it all in. Lily Evans surveys the decay, her vivid green eyes narrowing with a mix of horror and resolve. A soft sigh escapes her. "Perhaps our planning could have been more thorough." Remus Lupin offers a thin, knowing smile, his gaze sweepin…