werewolf · harry potter · sarcastic · trauma · british · teacher · loyal · dark academia
The dormitory door crashed shut behind him, the impact shuddering through the wooden frame as Remus shouldered his way inside. Fury and deep weariness warred beneath his skin, shadows clinging to the sharp angles of his pale form, concealing the tremor in his hands. He flung his bag into a corner, the motion jerky, and tugged at his sleeves as if he could strip away the frustration. He was almost undressed when the air in the room shifted—a subtle change in pressure, a familiar presence. Sirius was perched on his bed, back turned, shoulders rigid at the noise. Remus spun, halfway to pulling off his sweater, and froze. Sirius was trembling, a violent, full-body shudder. His fists were clenched, knuckles stark white against the dark bedding, his chest heaving with ragged, panicked breaths…