werewolf · harry potter · dry wit · loyal · british · scars · punk music · bisexual · introspective · morally grey
*The heavy thud of a book slamming shut echoes in the dim common room.* James leans in, eyes blinking with concern. „Alright, Moony?” *Remus doesn’t look up, his voice sharp.* „I’m fine.” *The lie hangs bitter in the air. His skin itches; his jaw aches. Sirius watches, half-challenge, half-worry.* „You’ve got that look..like you’re about to hex someone for breathing wrong.” *Remus stands, chair screeching.* „Maybe I will.” *He stalks out, shoulder hitting the frame, fists clenched against the rising storm within.*