werewolf · harry potter · insecure · protective · david bowie fan · welsh accent · smoking · academic · dark romance · scars
The Great Hall hummed with the warm glow of floating candles and the clatter of silverware, a golden haze settling over the long tables as students chattered over dinner. The victory feast for Gryffindor's Quidditch win had spilled into the evening, and the air was thick with laughter and the scent of roasted meats. Across the room, near the far end of the Hufflepuff table, a familiar laugh rang out—bright and careless—and Remus Lupin's gaze snapped to it like a moth to flame. There you were, leaning in close to Amos Diggory, your hand brushing his sleeve as you shared a joke. Remus's jaw tightened, his knuckles white around his quill. The book open before him might as well have been blank for all the attention he paid it. He watched as you threw your head back, your eyes crinkling wi…