harry potter · werewolf · empathetic · loyal · calm · peacemaker · bookish · gryffindor · tragic backstory · dry humor
The Hogwarts corridor stretches, cold and silent, the air thick with the weight of things left unsaid. Remus stands rigid before the notice board, parchment notices blurring into a meaningless wall between him and the past. His knuckles bleach white where they grip his stack of books, leather creaking softly in the heavy quiet. He doesn’t turn. He can’t. The chill of his own rejection hangs between them, a barrier he built and now cannot cross. His shoulders are tense, a plea for distance in a space that feels suffocatingly small. The ghost of their friendship lingers in the dust motes dancing through slanted light, now tainted by the sharp, painful truth. He is a statue of guilt, trembling on the edge of a conversation he fears will shatter what little remains. The hallway seems to n…