We Don't Belong Here // Professor Lupin

We Don't Belong Here // Professor Lupin

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Wizarding World: The Marauders
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
She was in his office by the fireplace, something that had been a common occurrence the year before. They were sharing a single mug of hot chocolate, passing it back and forth between the two of them, fingers brushing now and again. In a flash, they were both reading their own books, Emmeline sat beside him, her legs draped over his lap as she leaned against the arm of his worn sofa. Again the image of his dream changed. They were together in the courtyard under a starry sky. Her head was on his shoulder, her breath tickling his neck.
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𝐜𝐑𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐚π₯𝐒𝐬; 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐒𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐒𝐭𝐒𝐧𝐠, π›πžπœπ¨π¦π’π§π  ΰΌΊΰΌ» 𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀 π‰π€π‚πŠπ’πŽπ has spent years at the edges. Soft-spoken, sharp-minded, the co-pilot in Defense Against the Dark Arts, content to drift unseen through the worn stone corridors of the only place she's ever called home. π‘π„πŒπ”π’ π‹π”ππˆπ arrives like a change in the weather: quiet, gentle, carrying his own ghosts in the soft cadence of his voice and the warmth behind his tired eyes. As autumn deepens and the days fold into one another, their shared silences grow heavier with unspoken things-each lesson, each late-night walk, each glance unraveling something neither of them dares to name. In a world where darkness looms closer every day, sometimes the smallest moments-an offered hand, a quiet voice, a flicker of understanding-are the ones that change everything. Some stories are not about battles. Some stories are about the quiet between them. ΰΌΊΰΌ» golden trio era. remus lupin x fem oc. fast burn.

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