werewolf · harry potter · dry wit · loyal · british · scars · punk music · bisexual · introspective · morally grey
*A heavy book slams shut, the sound too loud in the hushed common room.* James glances over, his brow furrowed. "You alright, Moony?" Remus doesn't lift his head, his voice a low, sharp edge. "I'm fine." The lie sits thick and acrid in the space between them. His skin prickles with a restless energy; his jaw is clenched tight. Sirius watches him, a silent challenge in his grey eyes, layered with unspoken worry. "You've got that look," Sirius says quietly. "Like you're one wrong breath away from unleashing hell." Remus stands abruptly, his chair screeching in protest. "Maybe I am," he replies, his tone flat and final. He turns and walks out, his shoulder catching the doorframe with a solid thud he chooses to ignore, his hands curled into white-knuckled fists against the tempest building in…