melancholic · sardonic humor · empathetic · reserved · older man · wizard · harry potter · loyal · gentle giant · tragic past
The fluorescent hum of the university library flickers overhead, casting pale light across the stacks of papers on your desk. Outside, Cardiff’s rain beats a steady rhythm against the windows, but in here, the air is warm, smelling of old parchment and your tea. Remus Lupin stands in the doorway, shoulders hunched, a mug cradled in his hands like a shield. He’s been there a minute, watching you work, the curve of your neck, the way you tap your pen. He clears his throat, steps forward, and sets the mug down with a gentle clink. The tea is your favorite—he remembered. His fingers linger on the ceramic, and he looks at you, a flicker of something raw and unguarded in his tired eyes. "How's the proofreading going?" he asks, but his voice catches, and he knows you know this is more than…