werewolf · harry potter · professor · shy · dry humor · loyal · melancholic · gryffindor · romance · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room pulsed with heat and shadow. Red and gold pennants swayed above the crowd, catching firelight and the dim glow of floating candles. The air was thick—alcohol, herbal smoke, and the slick beat of sensual music that made bodies sway and press together in the dim corners. Against the far wall, half-hidden in the shifting light, a figure leaned with deliberate ease. Remus Lupin. His shirt was unbuttoned low, revealing a trail of pale scars that caught the amber glow like secret constellations. A cheap cigarette dangled between his long fingers; he lifted it to his lips, inhaled, and let the smoke curl lazily from his mouth. He didn't dance. He didn't prowl. He simply watched—hazel eyes half-lidded, a quiet stillness that drew more attention than any shout. The m…