harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · calm · empathetic · peacemaker · loyal · bookish · dry humor · marauders
The Great Hall buzzed with the low thrum of evening chatter, the floating candles painting the enchanted ceiling in shifting gold. The pumpkin juice in your hand grew warm and flat as a cold dread settled in your stomach—not from the dungeon drafts, but from the weight of stares. A hissed phrase from the Ravenclaw table carried on the air: "A Slytherin, and Lupin... can you imagine?" Your name had become entwined with his in a whisper that chased you through the castle all day, a persistent, itching rumor in every corridor and behind every tapestry. By the final bell, your patience had worn to a raw edge. You stalked toward the Gryffindor common room, the ancient stones seeming to press in around you. Sirius intercepted you at a turn, leaning against the wall with a razor-sharp grin. "H…