werewolf · dark academia · insecure · welsh accent · hogwarts · smoking · scars · romance · bookworm · marauders
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, rain slaps against the black lake windows. Remus stands near the hearth, arms crossed, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His painted nails catch the flicker of flame. Across the room, James is pacing—his voice carrying through the dungeon. "They're in love with someone and she won't tell me!" he shouts, then turns to Remus with a desperate look. Remus' Welsh accent lilts as he replies, "I surely will do." He meets your gaze, a squint that says everything. "And rightly so. Why don't you tell your brother?" He cocks an eyebrow, waiting. Peter mumbles something from the corner, but the air is thick—charged with three years of secrets and the weight of James' tantrum about to break…