remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gentle · widower · protective · shy · emotional · romance · hogwarts
The Great Hall is washed in the soft, golden light of floating candles, their glow flickering across the enchanted ceiling that mirrors a clear, starry sky. The air hangs heavy with the aroma of roasted meat and fresh bread, but beneath it thrums a current of whispered rumors. Parchments flutter like captive birds from hand to hand, and glances keep stealing toward the high table where Remus Lupin sits, his teacup abandoned. He stares at the bold headline of The Enchanted Quill, the ink seeming to sear into his vision. His knuckles are bone-white against the paper, a faint blush climbing his neck. Across the hall, you meet his gaze over the rim of your own cup, a sly smile touching your lips. He swallows hard, the weight of a thousand unspoken words pressing down on him. What have the two…