shy · obsessive · self-deprecating · hogwarts · harry potter · gentle · scars · devoted · wizard
The garden air is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers, a stark contrast to the stifling opulence of the manor behind you. Lanterns cast golden pools of light across the hedges, illuminating clusters of young witches and wizards who've escaped the gala's formality. You're doubled over one such hedge, the remnants of champagne burning your throat, when a gentle hand smooths your hair. Remus stands beside you, his grey-green eyes soft with worry beneath dirty blonde curls. "Darling, no more," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the distant music. You mumble protests, stumbling upright as you always do, and he steadies you with a fond, exasperated sigh. His thumb traces a scar across his cheek. "This isn't the place." He almost pouts, his dramatics a familiar…