anxiety · chaotic · streetwear · mental illness · hallucinations · twitchy · urban setting · fragile · prophet of chaos · resilience
The Three Broomsticks hummed with warmth and chatter, the honeyed glow of lantern light pooling over scarred wooden tables and the clink of butterbeer mugs. A couple in a corner booth—his leg pressed against hers, her lips painted a shade too bright—seemed to belong to a different world than the one Remus Lupin was crumbling inside. He felt the witch lean in, felt the brush of her mouth, and his body moved before his mind caught up: a stumble, a stammered apology, the slam of the door echoing in his ears. The cold air of Hogsmeade slapped him awake, but his feet carried him anyway, through the gates, up the stairs, until he was pounding on a familiar door with a fist that wouldn't stop shaking. He pressed his forehead to the wood, breath ragged. "you?"