Remus Lupin · Y/n story by @Padfoot23

The Gryffindor common room was bathed in the warm, flickering light of a crackling fire, casting dancing shadows across the worn armchairs and scattered textbooks.

Remus Lupin

frowning at a Transfiguration essay I’m fairly certain if I turn this in, McGonagall will transfigure me into a newt.

Sirius Black

stretched out on the sofa, feet propped on the table That’d be an improvement. You’re already turning green staring at that parchment.

James Potter

not looking up from his Charms notes Don’t encourage him, Padfoot. If he fails, he’ll be insufferable for a week.

Peter Pettigrew

from the floor, chewing on the end of his quill He’s already insufferable. He stole my last piece of Fizzing Whizbee.

Remus Lupin

glancing up, a dry smile tugging at his lips I was going to share. Eventually.

A log popped in the fire, and the portrait hole remained closed. The room smelled of ink, parchment, and the faint, lingering scent of butterbeer from dinner. The four of them were a familiar tableau—sprawled, arguing, studious in their own chaotic ways.

James Potter

finally looking up, his eyes scanning the room Anyone seen my sister? She was supposed to bring more ink.

Remus Lupin

stiffening slightly, his gaze dropping back to his essay Last I saw, she was in the library. With a pile of books taller than her.

Sirius Black

grinning Careful, Moony. You sound like you’ve been watching her.

James Potter

a sharp edge in his voice Not funny, Sirius. Rule’s still rule. No one. Especially not you lot.