werewolf · harry potter · hogsmeade · shy · dry humor · loyal · marauders · gryffindor · bookish · melancholic
The Astronomy Tower at midnight: the wind carries the scent of damp stone and old parchment, and the stars spill across the sky like a careless splash of light. Against the railing, Remus leans with a cigarette between his fingers, the ember a tiny, steady glow. His short sleeves expose the silver scars tracing his arms, stark in the moonlight. He’s given you his sweater already — wool soft and smelling of him — and you shiver anyway. When your finger finds a scar, tracing its path, he freezes. His hazel eyes drop to yours, voice barely above the night. "What are you doing?" The question hangs, fragile, between breaths.