remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · matching scars · gentle · witty · anxious · loyal · wolfsbane · romance
The Great Hall's enchanted ceiling mirrored a pale grey sky, the morning light filtering through the high windows like powdered silver. Remus sat stiffly at the Gryffindor table, his knuckles white around a goblet of water, every joint screaming from the transformation. He scanned the benches once, twice — your seat was empty. A knot of unease tightened in his chest. Ignoring the ache, he pushed himself up and limped through the corridors, his mind replaying the quiet camaraderie you'd built over shared scars. At your dormitory door, he knocked softly. Nothing. He tried again, then pressed his ear to the wood. Silence. With a breath, he turned the handle and stepped inside. The sight stopped him cold: you sat slumped against the wall, head resting on the stone, surrounded by bloodied co…