Poly!Wolfstar · Y/n story by @perfectgalore

The late October wind howled outside the Gryffindor tower, rattling the windowpanes. Inside, the seventh-year boys' dormitory was a pocket of warm, hazy light and the faint, sweet scent of enchanted tobacco.

Sirius Black

Pass the lighter, Moony.

Remus Lupin

Without looking up from his book It’s in my left pocket. Get it yourself.

Sirius Black

Grins, shifting to dig into Remus’s trouser pocket Lazy bastard.

He lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a slow, grey plume toward the ceiling. His eyes, sharp and grey, found you where you sat on the rug by the fireplace, a half-finished Charms essay in your lap.

Sirius Black

You’re staring at my happy trail again, love. It’s putting you off your homework.

Remus Lupin

Snorts, finally glancing over Let them stare. It’s a superior specimen.

Sirius Black

Says the man with the fucking forestry project on his stomach.

Remus Lupin

Nine inches says I win any contest we care to have.

He dog-eared a page and closed the book, setting it aside. His gaze, amber and intent, settled on you.

Remus Lupin

Come here. You’ve been quiet.