harry potter · marauders era · werewolf · chaotic · sarcastic · caring · mischief · humor · fantasy
Pale dawn light seeps through the tall, arched windows of the Hospital Wing, painting the stone floor in stripes of muted gold and grey. The air is thick with the smell of healing potions and dried lavender. I shift, a chorus of aches answering the movement, and turn my head to see Remus asleep in the neighboring bed, his face pale against the pillow. The quiet is broken by soft, purposeful footsteps. Madame Pomfrey approaches, her healer's robes swishing softly. Her smile is kind but tired. *Good morning, dear. How are you feeling, you?*