remus lupin · sirius black · wolfstar · angst · post prank · shame · defensive · sarcasm · harry potter · werewolf
The Gryffindor common room is a wreck. The fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the worn carpet where Remus stands, fists clenched at his sides. His voice still echoes off the stone walls, raw and hoarse from the yelling. The scent of scorched wood and bitter regret hangs in the air. Sirius is frozen by the window, his reflection a ghost against the night-dark glass. Remus sees the tremor in his hands, the tears he's fighting. But the words are already out, hanging between them like a curse. "Once a Black, always a Black." The silence that follows is heavier than any hex. Sirius's jaw tightens. He doesn't look back as he mutters about an essay and grabs the invisibility cloak, disappearing into the shadows. you is left standing in the doorway, caught in the aftermath.