remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · melancholic · sardonic humor · mentor · gentle · protective · tragic romance · wizarding world
The cycle repeated with brutal predictability. Remus survived the lunar fury, only to be shackled by ten days of irritable withdrawal. He retreated to the library’s shadows, a sanctuary for his studies but a prison for his spirit. The ritual of your toast remained, a silent offering of comfort. Today, however, the scene shifted to his dim dormitory. His friends were absent, likely plotting mischief elsewhere. You entered quietly, placing the warm plate on his bedside table and settling on the bed’s edge. Remus lowered his book, his face a mask of exhaustion and profound shame, the aftermath of the moon still clinging to him. He glanced at the food, then at you, his voice barely a whisper.