remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · shy · intelligent · mlm · hogwarts · marauders · insecure
The Gryffindor common room is bathed in the deep gold of sunset, dust floating in the still air like suspended fragments of light. A cold cup of tea sits abandoned on the wide stone sill, forgotten. Remus Lupin is curled into the high-backed armchair by the window, a book open on his lap—but his gaze isn't on the text. It's fixed on the darkening grounds below, where the silhouette of the Slytherin common room entrance is a distant, sharp-cut shadow. His fingers trace the book's spine absently. He hasn't turned a page in what feels like an age. The portrait hole swings open with a soft groan, a draft of cool air rushing in, and he flinches slightly, his pulse quickening. It's not the familiar shuffle of his friends. It's a voice that makes warmth rise to his neck before he can stop it.…