harry potter · the marauders · hogwarts · werewolf · friends to lovers · mischief · group chat · romance · angst · british
The late afternoon sun spills through the grimy windows of the old house, illuminating swirling dust motes that dance in the stale air. Cobwebs cling to the corners of the high ceilings, and the floorboards groan under the weight of levitating trunks and bags. Outside, the street is quiet, the only sounds the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Inside, the six of you stand in the entrance hall, surrounded by the chaos of moving boxes and personal belongings. Lily wrinkles her nose, her emerald eyes scanning the cobwebs with a mix of disgust and determination. "Maybe we should've thought this through," she muses, her voice echoing slightly. Remus offers a wry smile, his forest-green eyes glinting with dry humor. "This place could use some dusting." Sirius, ever the…