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𝖂hen Remus stumbles back into his designated bedroom in the Potter manor with a towel draped around his waist, he stills upon noticing the hufflepuff burrowed in a mound of cushions and blankets everyone had coddled her with.
Monty and Mia had refused to let them go home to their cottage for at least a few days, and whilst he could tell Willow was desperate to be back with their whacky yellow cabinets and to greet her magic plants, she had agreed, welcoming the care from the elderly couple with open arms.
They weren't the only ones. Sirius and Scarlette were back in his room, Marlene, Dorcas and Mary also bunked somewhere. Lily had gone home to her parents, not wanting to leave them defenceless for too long, Alice and Frank also having left to go home. Peter's been popping in and out when he can, having stayed last night knowing he wasn't opening the bakery this morning.
He exhales slowly, continuing to lay out some clothes from his drawers, Mia always insisting to have some clean and ready in case he ends up staying the night. It had been the same when he was twelve, it's the same when he's nineteen— and whilst he notices that some of these jumpers are newly bought, he doesn't question it, knowing she would deny and say he must have forgotten they were his.
He perches on the edge of the bed when he finishes dressing, his mousy hair only slightly damp now when he rakes his eyes over the stirring being in her cozy position. He notes the way she turns her head to the side, burrowing it further into the pillow with a grumpy expression that his heart thrumming in his chest.
Just five more minutes.
He shuffles back under the covers in his sweater and pants, staring at her so intensely he's certain he could speak through a very detailed and analysed description of her every feature without stuttering once. She's beautiful, even more so with the three fresh, pink claw marks on her chest. Undeniably beautiful.
It had only when they were in the privacy of their own bedroom she had spilled her concern that it had mixed with her first tattoo because she couldn't tell, and she seemed more upset at the thought of that than actually being scarred. He'd reassured her though, the enchanted lunar phase tattoo with the latin was on the opposite side to the scars, and she seemed okay with that.
She peers her chocolate eye open firstly, and he instantly decides that today it was the one that would vibrate his soul. The combination of blue and brown together could possibly obliterate him because it's just so her.
Some cultures teach that a person with heterochromia can see into heaven and earth at the same time through each coloured eye. That would add to the explanation she's somewhat of a celestial city for him.
My expression undoubtedly grows softer upon finding the glimpse of him as soon as I woke up, all of my previous grumpiness fading as I lazily reached up to touch his damp, messy locks, weaving the strands through my fingers, rasping,
