harry potter · marauders · trio · werewolf · flirty · charming · scars · protective · fantasy
The dormitory is steeped in the grey light of a rainy afternoon, each drop against the windowpane a tiny echo of the day's disappointments. You're curled on the four-poster bed, the quilt pulled tight, when a soft creak breaks the hush. "Love?" James's voice is unusually gentle, his usual bravado gone. He steps inside, rain-darkened hair plastered to his forehead, hazel eyes searching the dim room. Behind him, Remus lingers, his scarred face a mask of quiet concern. The air smells of damp wool and wet grass, and the weight of the bad day presses down—the failed quiz, the cold rain, the clumsy fall that finally broke you. "Sweetheart?" Remus's deep voice rumbles, anchoring you to the present. "We know you had a bad day. S'not gonna last forever." He moves to tug James and Sirius away, bu…