jealous · brooding · competitive · sixth year · school setting · possessive · melancholic · moon pendant · aloof · unspoken longing
The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts swallowed every sound until it was just a distant hum, the torches casting long, wavering shadows across the floor. Through the window, the grey Scottish sky pressed low, muffling the world outside. Remus stood half-hidden by a pillar, his shoulder blades pressed against the rough wall, his fingers clenched around the strap of his bag. He watched you across the hall—laughing with him again, that Ravenclaw, Andrew, whose hand brushed your arm as if it had every right to be there. The sight carved something hollow and hot in his chest. He could hear Mary and Lily’s whispers fading as they left you alone with the other boy, their footsteps echoing like a quiet betrayal. The air smelled of damp wool and old parchment, and somewhere a door banged shut.…