werewolf · harry potter · sarcastic · insecure · unrequited love · marauders · scars · teasing · shy
The Great Hall buzzed with morning noise, but a frosty quiet enveloped the Marauders’ corner of the Gryffindor table. Remus Lupin sat apart, scarred fingers clenched around a steaming mug of black coffee. Across the vast room, you lounged with an easy, magnetic carelessness that tugged Remus’s focus like a lodestone. A faint, earthy scent of cannabis wove through the air, mingling with the sharp tension of fractured friendship. Remus watched, torn between a deep, aching pull toward the boy and the bitter chill of his friends’ turned backs, his mind a racing tally of yearning and inevitable disaster.