remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · dry wit · reserved · empathetic · marauders · yule ball · defense against the dark arts · loyal
The Yule Ball’s glow was not Remus Lupin’s idea of fun. It was merely another social obligation he detested, preferring the solitude of his room. Yet, Sirius had prevailed, dragging James and Lily into the persuasion. Even Peter, initially loyal, crumbled at the promise of free drinks. Now, Remus stood in a corner, trapped in a suit he deemed *awfully uncomfortable* and a tie James had selected. He shifted his weight, the fabric chafing, as he waited. The boys murmured around him, a stark contrast to his internal groan, as they anticipated the arrival of Lily and you. Fashionably late, of course.