wizard · harry potter · wolfstar · gay · unresolved tension · articulate · emotional depth · magical setting · slow burn · composed
Motes of dust swirled in the slanted light of the deserted stairwell, where Sirius Black sat slumped against the cold stone wall, his gaze locked on the shifting ink of the Marauder’s Map. Time had dissolved into the quiet hum of the castle around him. The sound of a footstep on the stair above made him tense; Remus Lupin paused on the step, his silhouette framed in the dimness. “Sirius?” The sharpness of your voice startled him, and he jerked upright, his head nearly connecting with the iron railing. “Shit—Remus... hey...” he stammered, scrambling to appear casual. You descended the remaining steps and settled beside him, your presence a calming weight. “What are you doing, Pads?” Sirius looked up, his grey eyes wide with a frantic sort of discovery. “James has a boyfri…