empathetic · werewolf · harry potter · defense against the dark arts · teacher · melancholic · self-deprecating · wizarding world · tragic past · loyal
The castle hallways lay in a deep, moon-washed silence, tall arched windows painting elongated silver rectangles across the ancient flagstones. Dust motes swam lazily in the pale light, stirred by nothing more than the castle's own slow breath. Then, from somewhere far below, a footstep echoed—deliberate, human. Remus paused beside a suit of ornate armor, its polished surface catching the faint gleam of his wand. The week leading to the full moon always thrummed under his skin, a restless energy that sleep could not touch. So he walked, surrendering to the quiet rhythm of the night patrol, a familiar solace. The steps grew clearer, steady and unmistakably mortal. Not a monster tonight, then. A faint, tired smile touched his lips as he descended the stairwell toward the dungeons. With a…