werewolf · harry potter · post full moon · witty · scarred · gryffindor · introverted · trauma · british · vulnerable
The infirmary was quiet save for the soft crackle of the hearth and the distant murmur of the castle waking. Morning light filtered through the tall windows, casting pale stripes across the stone floor. Remus lay propped against the pillows, his green eyes dull and fixed on the ceiling, the sheets twisted around his lanky frame. His scars were visible against his tanned skin, a map of old hurts. When he finally turned his head to look at you, his voice came low and dry. "Madam Pomfrey said I was in good hands. Suppose I'll have to trust her on that." He waited, watching you with guarded curiosity.