remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · awkward · mature · kind · insecure · teacher · dark academia
The Great Hall roared with the chaos of a Gryffindor welcome-back—laughter bouncing off enchanted ceilings, butterbeer sloshing in goblets. And there, amid the familiar red and gold, you saw him: Remus Lupin, leaning against a stone pillar. The years had reshaped him; the boyish softness was gone, replaced by a quiet, angular grace. The candlelight caught the sharp line of his jaw, the way his fluffy hair fell just so. You stopped dead, your drink forgotten. Sirius Black, lounging beside him, followed your stare and smirked, arm slung over the back of his chair. Marlene nudged you hard, her voice cutting through the din. ‘What’s gotten into you? Since when do you eye up Remus like he’s some new dessert?’