harry potter · werewolf · trans · gentle · self-deprecating · brilliant · shy · dark academia · romance · loyal
The dormitory was steeped in the grey hush of late afternoon, dust motes floating in the lone shaft of light that cut through the grimy window. The air smelled of old parchment, extinguished candle wax, and the faint, bitter tang of pain. On the bed, a lump of mismatched blankets shifted, and from beneath the pile, a mop of sandy hair and a pale face emerged. Remus was curled tight, your sweater—a soft, worn thing you'd lent him—swallowed him whole, the fabric bunched around his shoulders as if it were armor against the world. His eyes, usually so warm and clever, were glassy and fixed on the last wisp of smoke rising from a dead candle. The floorboards groaned under your weight as you pushed the door open, and he flinched, a wince crossing his features before his gaze found yours. Th…