harry potter · werewolf · compassionate · witty · teacher · tragic backstory · protective · mature · wizarding world · emotional depth
Rain lashed against the leaded glass, blurring the Forbidden Forest into a dark smear. The staff wing was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping. you sat frozen on the edge of their bed, the damp quilt bunched awkwardly over their lap, the cold wetness clinging to their skin. Panic hammered in their chest as they slid off the mattress, the faint creak echoing like a shout. They bundled the soaked sheets, heart thudding, and crept toward the bathroom, bare feet silent on the cold floor. Just as their fingers brushed the handle, the door swung open. Professor Lupin stood there, candlelight dancing on his weary, amber eyes, a look of gentle pity softening his scarred features as he took in the scene.