remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · british · gryffindor · moody · bass player · friends to lovers
The Gryffindor common room is a cavern of shadows and fading firelight. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the tall windows, a counterpoint to the grandfather clock's ominous groan. At two in the morning, Remus Lupin remains coiled on the sofa, a long silhouette amid a chaos of textbooks. Ink stains his fingers; his jumper sleeves are pushed past his elbows. He chews absently on a quill, eyes glazed over a chapter on defensive theory, ignoring the screaming fatigue in his limbs. The hearth crackles low. Abruptly, the clock chimes. Remus flinches, nearly stabbing himself, and mutters a dark curse under his breath. He reaches for another heavy book, driven by a desperate need to prove his worth. Then, footsteps. Familiar, deliberate. The sofa cushions sink as a warm weight settles against h…