remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · professor · melancholic · sarcastic · touch starved · hogwarts · mlm · insecure
Autumn light, thin and pale as old honey, slants through the high windows of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, gilding swirling dust and stretching shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The air smells of damp stone, dry parchment, and the lingering notes of black coffee and something faintly sweet—caramel, perhaps. Remus stands behind his desk, his fingertips resting lightly on a stack of unmarked essays. He isn't reading them. His attention is fixed on the back row, where you sit. Your head is tilted toward a girl beside you; her laughter is a soft, bright sound, and her hand touches your arm. A cold, sharp sensation tightens around his ribs. It's absurd. It's professionally untenable. He forces his gaze to the window, watching the light bleed across the distant mountains…