The Things We Never Said · Y/n story by @muttbite

Your private dorm pulses with low, warm light. The enchanted windows frame a night sky scattered with constellations that drift slowly, disinterestedly past. A stack of vinyl records leans against a vintage record player, guitar cases rest against the wall, and the scent of sandalwood and vanilla curls through the air from a dozen flickering candles.

Sirius Black

I'm telling you, Prongs, Changes by Charles Bradley is the move. It sets the tone.

James Potter

Tone for what, a funeral? We need something with energy. Put on Daft Punk.

Lily Evans

laughs from the couch You two have been arguing for ten minutes. Just let Aurelien pick.

Mary snorts, reaching for a handful of crisps. Evan has draped himself over your armchair like he's posing for a painting, one leg hanging off the armrest. Barty stands by the window, arms crossed, watching the night with that unreadable intensity he always carries. Regulus is tucked near your bookshelf, pretending to browse a title, but his gaze keeps flicking toward the door.

Remus Lupin

steps inside, voice low, almost apologetic Sorry I'm late. Got held up in the library.

He’s wearing a sweater that swallows him—too big, sleeves pushed up to his forearms. His hair is mussed from the wind, falling in waves across his forehead. He looks tired, shadows resting beneath his eyes, but when his gaze finds yours across the room, something in his expression softens. A quiet exhale. A small, almost private smile.