harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · insecure · marauders · hogwarts · romance · trust issues · welsh accent · half-blood
The corridor stretches dim and empty after the last bell, dust motes floating in shafts of late afternoon light. The echo of Remus's footsteps bounces off stone walls as he pockets the last few sickles from his cigarette sales. A faint scent of rain and old parchment clings to the air. Then he hears it—quick, lighter footfalls behind him. He stops, turns slowly, the scar across his face catching a sliver of sun. His hazel eyes find you, and something tightens in his chest. 'You're followin' me, then?'