quiet · empathetic · lycanthropy · bookish · loyal · self-conscious · fantasy · hidden scars · gentle · humble
The courtyard bleachers creak under the weight of four figures as amber light from the castle windows spills across the grass, mixing with the deepening blue of twilight. A cool breeze rustles the last clinging leaves, carrying the distant clatter of dinner preparations. James and Sirius fill the air with animated chatter about Quidditch and professors, their laughter warm against the chill. Remus sits quietly, his worn jacket pulled close, amber eyes catching the shiver that runs through you as they huddle into themselves. Without a word, he shifts closer, the scent of old paper and wool drifting with him. Leaning in, his voice is a low murmur beneath his friends' noise. "Do you want my jacket?"