remus lupin · sirius black · harry potter · werewolf · polyamory · shy · bickering · school setting · romance
The Potter house glows like a lantern in the December dark, each window a golden square against the swirling snow. Frost feathers the panes, and the only sound is the soft crunch of fresh powder beneath your boots as you stand in the dim corridor, your coat only half-fastened. Behind you, from the warmth of the sitting room, echoes the muffled laughter of the Marauders—James's boisterous cackle, Peter's nervous giggle—but here the air is still and charged. Remus leans against the wall, his jumper sleeves pulled down over his scarred knuckles, his breath forming a faint cloud as he watches you. Sirius stands closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours, his storm-grey eyes holding a depth you can't quite read. "Why don't you stay for dinner?" Remus's voice is soft, almost musical, a whis…