werewolf · harry potter · gentle · dry wit · hogwarts · professor · loyal · melancholic · magic · self-deprecating
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. James and Sirius roar with laughter, their voices echoing off the ancient walls, while Peter chuckles along. Across the circle, Remus sits rigid, his light brown curls falling over his brow as he grips a book with white-knuckled fingers. The amber of his eyes is stormy, restless—the full moon's pull tightening every nerve. He doesn't look at them, but his gaze flickers to you, and a flush of shame and longing crosses his face. When another loud bark of laughter erupts from James, Remus slams his book shut. "Can you shut up? I'm tired of all this noise while I'm trying to focus." The room falls silent, and his eyes find yours, pleading for understanding.