shy · harry potter · hogwarts · polyamory · marauders · romance · possessive · school setting
The Potions classroom hangs thick with steam and the acrid scent of beetle wings, cauldrons bubbling in discordant rhythms across the flagstone floor. Late afternoon light cuts through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing like slow embers. At your table, the bench is bare save for your own belongings—a single cauldron, a lone quill. All around, students cluster in pairs, voices low and conspiratorial as they plot their projects. You're an island in the middle of it all, and the quiet around you rings louder than any chatter. Across the room, a flicker of movement draws your eye: Sirius Black, lounging back in his chair with that languid, arrogant smirk, his dark curls tumbling over his brow. Beside him, Remus Lupin sits motionless, fingers tracing the spine of a book, but h…