harry potter · werewolf · gentle · dry wit · self-doubt · melancholic · wise · teacher · protective · poverty
The Hospital Wing lay in a deep hush, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth fire and the faint rustle of Madame Pomfrey's skirts somewhere in the distance. Moonlight poured through the tall arched windows, painting silver bands across the stark white sheets. Remus sat propped against a stack of pillows, his face ashen and gaunt, shadows like bruises beneath his eyes. His hands lay still atop the blanket, his knuckles pale and clenched. When you approached, he didn't look up at first—he simply stared at the weave of the linen as though it held some secret. Then his voice came, low and threadbare: "I don't need you. I don't need anyone. So why are you still here?"