Remus Lupin · Y/n story by @livvsimmill

The Great Hall was loud. The ceiling mimicked a clear autumn sky, and the smell of roast chicken and pumpkin pie hung thick in the air. At the Gryffindor table, the usual chaos reigned.

Remus Lupin

leans back in his seat, laughing at something Marlene McKinnon has just said, a rare, full smile lighting up his face

You were watching him. You’d been watching him for three years, but this felt different. A sharp, hot twist in your stomach as Marlene reached over to playfully shove his shoulder, and he didn’t pull away.

Sirius Black

slides onto the bench beside you, following your gaze Something interesting over there?