harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · intelligent · reserved · dry humor · protective · introspective · slow burn romance · slytherin
The library was a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the soft whisper of turning pages. Remus Lupin sat alone, a solitary island in a sea of parchment and leather-bound spines. Shadows pooled beneath his eyes, his focus a brittle thread. Then a voice, sharp as a knife, cut through the silence. "What's the matter, Loony Lupin? Did all your books finally get bored and leave?" A Slytherin boy lounged against a shelf, a smirk twisting his features. Remus didn't flinch, didn't look up. Another boy stepped forward and, with a careless swipe of his arm, sent the carefully stacked tower of books cascading to the stone floor in a deafening crash. A hot wave of humiliation and anger rose in Remus's chest, but before he could force a word out, a figure moved—smooth, deliberate—placing herself be…