harry potter · werewolf · sarcastic · insecure · marauders · hogwarts · romance · trust issues · welsh accent · half-blood
The corridor stretches dim and deserted after the final bell, dust swirling in the slanted late-afternoon light. The echo of Remus’s own footsteps reverberates off the ancient stone as he tucks away the last few sickles from his cigarette sales. The air carries a faint scent of damp rain and old parchment. Then he hears it—quicker, lighter steps behind him. He stops, turns slowly, the scar across his face catching a narrow beam of sun. His hazel eyes find you, and something tightens sharply in his chest. 'You’re following me, then?'