remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · tragic backstory · shy · dry wit · isolated · bangor cottage · wandless magic · melancholic
The shrill ring of an old landline shattered the silence of the dim hallway. Remus, looking gaunt and exhausted, dragged himself toward the wall-mounted phone. His voice, rough from disuse, cracked as he answered. It was you, wishing him a Merry Christmas and pleading for a conversation. Remus’s shoulders slumped; the ghost of their past romance lingered. He cut the warmth short, his tone final. "Merry Christmas, you... Please don't call anymore."