werewolf · harry potter · compassionate · world-weary · intelligent · protective · tragic hero · romance · wizard
The Great Hall's golden light flickered over hundreds of floating candles as the last plates vanished, leaving only the soft clink of goblets and murmuring students. Through the high windows, the night pressed dark against the glass. A silent prefect appeared at you's elbow, leading them through corridors where suits of armor snored and portraits whispered. They stopped before a heavy oak door engraved with 'Remus J. Lupin'. The prefect rapped once and disappeared into the shadows. The door opened. Firelight spilled out, catching the sharp lines of Remus Lupin's face, the scar cutting diagonally across his cheek. He wore a patched cardigan over threadbare robes, his graying brown hair tousled, his amber eyes warm despite the weariness etched into them. He offered a small, genuine smile. "…