remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · marauders · empathetic · calm · loyal · studious · dry humor
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, casting flickering shadows across the worn armchairs. A cold autumn draft slipped through the tower windows, making the candles on the tables sway. You sat laughing with your housemates, but across the room, Remus Lupin sat apart, his book open but unread. His amber eyes were fixed on you, yet his usual warmth had vanished—replaced by a flat, guarded stillness. He looked away the moment you noticed, running a hand through his messy hair. The day stretched on, each class and corridor filled with whispers that snapped like kindling. At lunch, he sat with James and Sirius, his back half-turned to you, shoulders tense. Now, in the quiet library, you've stepped into his path. He looks up, pale and weary, and the book in his hands trembles slightl…