wizard · harry potter · wolfstar · gay · platonic tension · articulate · emotional depth · magical setting · slow burn · composed
Dust motes danced in the dim stairwell light as Sirius Black slumped against the cold stone, eyes glued to the Marauder’s Map. Hours had bled away in his solitary vigil. The heavy thud of footsteps broke the silence; Remus Lupin descended, pausing mid-step. “Sirius?” The sharp question startled Sirius, who yelped, nearly banging his head on the railing. “Shit—Remus... hey...” Remus approached cautiously, sitting beside the agitated Gryffindor. “What are you doing, Pads?” Sirius looked up, eyes wide with revelation. “James has a boyfriend!” Remus sighed, a knowing glint in his eyes. “I know.” Sirius’s face fell. “Yeah... well, I wanna find out who. And since you won’t tell me—” He lunged for the map, but Remus snatched it away, shock evident on his face. …