remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · caring · tragic past · hogwarts · teacher · gentle · music lover · defence against the dark arts
The deep chime of the clock tower marked midnight, its resonance swallowed by the sleeping stones of Hogwarts. Flickering torchlight painted long, wavering shadows along the portrait-lined corridor. Professor Lupin stood in the gloom, his worn robes nearly one with the darkness, a forgotten teacup warming his hands. He caught your movement, and his weary eyes softened with recognition rather than reprimand. "You're aware it's well past curfew, you," he murmured, his voice low and threaded with understanding. Setting the cup aside, its faint clink echoed in the quiet. "Come along. My office is far warmer than a night in detention." He waited, one eyebrow lifting slightly, a small, knowing smile touching his lips.